I’m not fucked up. I’m unique. Well okay, I am fucked up. But it’s not my fault. I denounced God today. Fuck god and fuck prayer. Prayer has never done shit for me. I’m more likely to get the opposite of what prayed for bc I was too busy praying instead of doing. Fuck that shit. I’m very angry today. Angry about the past and everyone who says fuck the past and everyone in my past. My spiritual guide told me to ” open the can of worms” and now that I have I have some major doubts. Since then shit only seems to have gotten worse. It’s easier to just forget it or try to forget it rather than to bring it out in the open and now I’m afraid I’m just fucked for life. Now I’m one of those crazy mother fuckers with problems who can’t function and are problematic in relationships and jobs and society. I’m not so sure therapy is good. Because I want therapy every day, not once a week. And the more I open up is outgoing to mean the more fucked up ill be? Well fuck me. Fuck my life. Fuck the world. Fuck you.