Struggling with p***.
Every time I’ve been dysregulated the last couple of years, you always made it ok, art therapist. So make it ok now dammit. Because if you won’t, no one can, and I will crash off the tracks like a runaway train before long.
Telling me I was wasting my time trying to get you to communicate with me will go down as your biggest bonehead move. You owe me a conversation. And not on here. Email or discord. Or in person.
