Cheaper Than Therapy
Joe The Cop and The House on Poo Corner
It was a year after I began pissing myself randomly and just layering towels or blankets or clothes over the spot that I couldn't live with it anymore. It always made me feel awful but even though I was on an antidepressant I just didn't care. I think since I've started writing here I have not lost bladder control. I dispose of the containers and old water bottles I use regularly. It's still humiliating but at least there is an end in sight. And hopefully I can fix my toilet sooner rather than later. I just want to cry. I don't want to end up like these people. My life may be cursed but it doesn't have to be like this. Nothing's gone downstairs yet but I did get the vacuum into the living room and got rid of loads of dust today even if it was in a small area. 3am and 4am here I come.
Watched the film Frida this evening and I recommend it.
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