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