Ah, seriously, what a joke! Can you believe my stupid therapist had the nerve to suggest I start writing in a journal? After all the moolah I've forked over for those therapy sessions, you'd think the old bastard could come up with something a bit more... I don't know, useful? But no, apparently, jotting down my deepest, darkest thoughts on paper is the magical solution to all my problems. Ha! As if I have the time or inclination for that nonsense.
I wasn’t even going to do it you see… but today happens to be one of those god awful slow days with absolutely nothing to do. I didn’t feel like going to the Spa resort today, and all my stupid friends just had to be engaged with their own pathetic lives. It was so annoying. And the fact that I had nothing significant going on in my own life ju
