Therapy.

For some, buying everything off the racks of every store is considered a form of therapy. We know it otherwise as retail therapy. For others, binging on sinful, oil soaked food bursting forth with calories is their therapy. We find a peace of mind indulging in certain habits that most of the time, stray away from the norms of our everyday lives. We cope, we deal, and at the end of the day – take away all the flash and bang and therapy is really just a more intricate way of hiding the desperation that wallows in what we have resorted to.

My therapy? Long bus rides, empty and in the dead of the night. Plugged into my iPod, I become this person who cast loose any qualms of his surroundings knowing that he is somehow, safe and snarls up into a numb tousle.

I’m afraid. I’m really.. afraid.

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