Ah. These days, my existence isn't fraught with crisis. And its freaking me the fuck out. Lived with the adrenaline rush and the chaos that comes with a bad relationship and the instability a crazy person can bring to your life. And well. Now everything is.... copacetic. And its unnerving. I'm sorta wondering if it will change me as a person. Crisis and panic made me witty, sharp and strong. It gave me energy and motivation. Shit. Nowadays, things feel off - I feel like something is missing. Am I going to become a very boring, soccer mom like Stepford autobot who loves Family Circus and Ziggy cartoons? WTF....

Therapy. That's what I need.... Therapy.