Another fucking psych eval today. Hunnigan says I need to 'develop healthy outlets' that aren't just the range or a bottle of whiskey. Whatever.

Only real therapy I get is when you're riding my face until I can't fucking breathe. Nothing clears my head like the taste of your pussy and the way you pull my hair when you come. Makes all the goddamn noise just... stop.

Might be fucked up, but I'd take that over talking about my feelings any day.