God,
I am in the living room and I can hear Bert dildoing herslef. And its really embarassing.
I feel like she's trying to dominate THE FAMILIAR.
I am watching Bates Motel and changing attention to the rain.
I wish I could call SIA. That's why I'm writin to God.
I am not to blame for these things and I am not alone. I have to keep re-re-re-reminding myself about that or else I can't get a repreive from these insanities that I am surrounded by. I am trying to comfort my inner kid but it seems like no-one wants me to. It's so weird.
Please help the God of me, the God of Christs passion.
I need to get free of this devils triangle. It feels like an utter hell. (otter hell?)
Please guide me towards the next indicated step and the next optimistic action so that I can get out of this dysfunctional traumatic space of trauma.
Silently Anonymous,
-The Archer
Phobia of power tools
Phobia of bathrooms at night in particular (it could wake up the monster)
Chirophobia
Phobia of really really really angry dogs
Phobia of sodomy
Phobia of demonic posession
Phobia of the matrix and the uncertainty principle
Phobia of math and numbers (numerophobia)
Phobia of inauthenticity
Phobia of serial killers?
Homophobia (also phobia that I’m only homophobic because I’m secretly gay?)
Thanatophobia
Phobia of ESP
Phobia of being a schizophrenic
Ommetophobia