I just bought some boxing gloves and I'm heading down to the gym to beat the hell out of the bag. I am so flipping mad at my dad for doing this to my mind I have got to get rid of this rage somehow. For the past few days my "little ones'' have been popping in all over the place and I can't get my studying done. I know it's because my therapist moved and they are scared about what will happen to us. I mad that I don't have the ability (right now) to assure them that we will be just fine. I am so sick and tired of these 24/7 panic attacks and I want so desperately to tuck the children of my mind into a nice big comfy bed and sing sweet lyllbyes to them but they won't go because the stay out making sure I'm okay. I don't know how many of you out there want to kill your dad but my dad should get down on his knees and thank God that there is a God because if there wasn't he'd be dead.
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