BLOG ENTRY TWO: (I honestly do not know how to “blog,” but I am assuming it’s kind of like a diary so that’s how I’m going to do it.)
So, first things first, my name is Ophelia Tombstone and I am cripplingly honest. Some people call me “rude” or a “bitch,” but they would rather just insult me and wade in their sea of lies than deal with the truth. But hey, whatever makes you sleep at night.
My therapist suggested that I post this “anonymously,” but that would be lying and lying is bad for the soul. Speaking of her, she’s just a hippie with a bachelor’s degree in being nosy-as-crap. She constantly prods me for information and personal stories when they are just that: personal.
As in, mine.
Not hers.
Mine.
So, if by some far off chance that she is reading this (which I really hope she is), I want her to know that I hate her. And that I asked my mother to make me stop going to her for “help,” but she said no.
(I don’t know how to end a blog entry either, so…)
Bye.
(By next week, I’ll have this all figured out. I’m going to Google it and everything.)
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The Honest Ramblings of Ophelia Tombstone
Humor[on hold] BLOG ENTRY ONE: My therapist told me I needed an "outlet" for my "anger issues." But I am not an angry person, just an honest one.
