My child-self says to your child-self: You are the king of the castle, Bookie. No matter where your castle is, or what colour the walls are painted. xx
My child-self says thanks. But she already is the king of the castle and doesn't let my adult-self sit in the throne very often. So I have to approve of her in order to put her to bed.
My child-self says to your child-self: You are the king of the castle, Bookie. No matter where your castle is, or what colour the walls are painted. xx
ReplyDeleteMy child-self says thanks. But she already is the king of the castle and doesn't let my adult-self sit in the throne very often. So I have to approve of her in order to put her to bed.
ReplyDeletePsychoanalysis is a total head-fuck.