ohelde

livejournal was like theropy.
i could write whatever i wanted, say whatever i wanted. then i get rid of it. and everything builds up. i cant stand it. i need to write somewhere something with out the world seeing it. people go to the therapist to privately express feelings and problems.
i dont want to talk to anyone. i just want to type my ranting and ravings in my journal.
i have no venting area. i have nothing to cure myself.