Yeah, that's a blog with words you put in.
Should talk about with therapeutic psychiatric dude, but don't have one anymore; plus that were always gals.
I'm not being sexist here: the people who thought the therapy would work better because we were both gals were.
I've got, like, ten to twenty of those during my short lifetime — always fucking women and none told me why I was here?
Not here on this earth, I mean, why I was in a therapy or a psychiatrist cabinet or whatever.
I wish we could not be bullied by mean people.
If ya mean peoples sat in the room... let them get up and remind themselves they are being fucking dilettante!
For if they weren't, they would do something clever and properly
most heinous instead of insulting less-powerful people by waiting for them every morning with the ferm intention of bullying.
They would do something like they were supervillains. Making people suffer in front of their family, but not by making them suffer of being mocked by an idiot, no. Something like the Joker would do, or something with cyanide, instead of these "fag stuffs", as they would say, where they don't even take a risk of being called "not a good person", since it's considered cool and great and "what ya shall do" to sexually harass whatever the fuck is this girl who wait in that lin at McDonald's, or making them feel bad.
Anyway, here's the most, urrrh, hideous picture of my little puppy: