when you are paid to blog at work it makes blogging not as much fun.
this is a post to say i feel completely lost without my therapist. its like my therapist is my old cigarettes and i start to fall apart nicfitting all over the place. So here i am an artist trying to live and work in new york, fighting with myself, my parents, looking for a tiny apartment, COMPLAINING and needing my therapist to survive. such a typical jewyorker.
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