Where do I take this pain of mine?
I run but it stays right by my side
So tear me open and pour me out
There's things inside that scream and shout
And the pain still hates me
So hold me until it sleeps
I had a bit a sleepless night last night. Two thought kept going throught my head: "What the f*#k am I gonnae say? And where do I start?". I'm worried about how this first counseling session is going to go. Made all the more emotionally difficult now by my mum telling me, this morning, that my sister and her think they're too blame for much of my anxiety issues. Aye, admit it now, why do ye? For f#*k sake!
Sorry, if I sound a wee bit angry. What my mum said wasn't exactly what I needed to hear, right now, even though it's true.