So I'm talking to a friend.
Turns out we have similar complexes.
He's probably got it worse though. His parents are way more violent.
Gotta love parents. Seriously. If you can find someone whose parents didn't screw them up?
Thought so.
So now I'm playing counsellor.
Who would have thought that possible.
Like I love people and I'd like to think I have a good understanding of how people feel.
But I hate counselling. It makes me sad. Get's you to reflect.
That's the last thing I want.
As it is I'm on a knifes edge. I don't want to look down and fall.
Bye for now.
I assume I'll explain my opinion on complexes later.
For now, goodbye.
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