Although I am currently having an affair with needles and pills, music is sometimes a smooth whisky you drink to drawn a deep deep sorrow...
After this portrait of addiction to meds and drinks, let me ask you a question.
First , my usual story for the context in which I ask my question (some people know). As a child, my grandmother(=doctor) would always tell me to think about something pretty when she had to give me an injection. Needles were not so thin in Romania. I got the reflex of concentrating on something I love when I feel pain and I found that it's more or less the same thing for a while now. What is your beautiful thing you think/you would think about in such cases? And is it the same or it changes every time?
sunrise <3 ...somewhere very close to the sun.
1 flu flu:
mirrors, and i say nothing more :shh:
(but this is rather for depressive moments. wich is another kind of pain.)
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