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Fire and Blood


This is meant to be found, by the right special one


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9/2010

Helpless


אני לא מאמינה שהספקתי את שלושת הדברים שרציתי לעשות הערב. אני יושבת עכשיו על הבירה שאני הכי אוהבת אחרי אימון אינטסיבי ומלא בטסטוסטרון (לא, לצערי לא מדובר על סקס, למרות שהייתי עושה הכל for a wild one right now, I'd ride him like a fucking beast), עם אינטרנט, בלאפ-טופ הפרטי שלי. יש רק דבר אחד שהיה הופך את הערב הזה למושלם יותר, לא קשה לנחש.

אוי אין כמו Franziskaner קרה ישר מהחבית.

כתבתי את זה אתמול, רציתי לפרסם את זה עכשיו, למזלי יש לי את ההזדמנות:

My psychologist is a fail. She's far from helpful.  She listens and in general supports, but she doesn't say much, and she definitely doesn't say anything I don't know. I don't think she has anything to offer, I really don't think she knows how to help. I can only keep going, and use her to perhaps help me get out in the future if things don't work out the way I plan and plan B fails as well. Because mentally, I'm pretty sure that I'm already fucked up enough to get myself out, all I have to do is tell her what I am keeping from her now, the dark side of me.

I need a psychiatrist. But a real fucked up one, to which I can comfortably tell all the real fucked up things about me. If she can't help me with the basic things, she'd never deal with the rest. I don't know if I even need such mental help, I am not sure anyone can help me, I don't see a problem with who I am, I see problems in my life, and no one can solve my problems but myself, and I am dealing with them in the best way possible. So really, I can't see any mental help being helpful.

She's just a kind person who went to study psychology so she can help others or because that was the only thing she could have had a real success at. It's such an inferior field, I've always known that. And she's just proving me right. My problems are too great for her to handle or know how to help. I tell her things, she hardly asks the right questions, I tell her and I feel I'm not telling enough, because there isn't much more I can say, and she doesn't even know what to ask, how to advise, she only gives hints of conclusions that I already know, and I know it much more elaborately and perfectly. She'd be horrified to hear what I am inside, I can't let that happen. I don't want to get kicked out of the army for mental low profile, this is last resort. She'd send me to some treatment I bet. What's the worth of psychologists anyways?

I am having a war in two frontages, at the same time. Alone, against the army and my family. Alone, with one companion who's hated in one and has no word in the other, and can actually support me only mentally, however, this really is illuminating my tunnel. He does whatever he can, and I wouldn't be able to do it without him. But he's quite the main cause of one war, I might've never be me without him, not knowingly, who knows what then I'd become. I'm afraid that much worse, keeping it all inside or letting things out in the wrong place or way would get me kill.

I was never meant for this world.

My supposed back to lean on, is but another frontage in my war. I can't call my parents to help me. Truth is, more than I need their help, they need to help me.

There's a certain point in life in which you no longer feel yearning for your parents, you don't really need them or miss them, it's always hard for the parents to accept, they don't want to let go. They don't know that I come home only for them, not for me. Here, finally I do something almost entirely for them, and I can't even say it, for again, this should only hurt them. They want me to need them, they want me to miss them. I can't help it, I wish I did, I wish I did miss them and need them, truth is, I don't. I need them to please them, I don't really need them.

It's a sad thought I think, knowing that if I weren't their daughter, they would hold no love for me at all, they despise everything that I love, and want me to be everything that I am not.

I was never the daughter they wanted, and never a person the world wants.

 

טוב, יום שבת היה מטורף, המון סקס מדהים, אבל נפרט בהזדמנות, הגיע ידידי לפאב, ומה שרציתי לכתוב נכתב, אז, עד הפעם הבאה...

 

 

Dany

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