8.4.09

after the rain, in the lonely hours

today is another one of those days when i feel that i am never going to be good enough for my expectations. and i get messages pointing to it all the time.

you might find it funny, because therapy is what i'm supposed to be specialised in, and the satir model is what i subscribe to. call me hypocritical, but i find it so hard to practice what i preach.

i try to climb up the wall, but every other day, i find myself slipping off.