I've picked up this book on one of my manic days one of my can't-sleep-and-need-to-control-the-panic days it's called the half-empty something or other there's a nicely sentimental human heart beating on the cover maybe it's not beating, but I need to think so anyway I need it to take all of my troubles away all of my faults and indiscretions and, if you please, my vast and drowning imperfections I've picked it up with the solitary intention of identifying with each and every symptom this book is on a subject called chronic discontent low-grade depression, dysthymia, and lack of sentiment I read it and rather than gaining healing clarity I gain nothing more than a hidden portrait of humanity.
At the young of age of seven, Jill's mother Eve takes her for regular sessions to a child psychologist for treatment of her anxiety, which only makes her behavior worse. When she reaches her teens, she starts drinking and then smoking marijuana with
In all seriousness, this is pretty fookin' great.
The answer to all our problems and complexities in life lie within
our very own soul...
Peter