Confessions of Jane

Confession #1: I go to therapy

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Therapy is always exciting. I go on
Wednesdays.

Wednesday's suck.

Monday's are a sign of freshness. You have the whole week ahead of you to do something amazing.
Tuesday's are good because it means you made it through a Monday, and that means you can basically do anything.
Thursday's are one more day until Friday which is the best day because it's where your weekend starts.
And every day of the weekend is fantastic.

But Wednesday's are the middle of the week.

By Wednesday you just want the week to be over and have nothing to look forward to. And for me I have therapy.

I've never confessed to anyone in school or any of my "friends" that I go to therapy. There would be so much hate if anyone found out.

"How are you feeling today Jane?" Asks my lovely therapist Miss Bradley.

"I am feeling as fresh as a daisy Miss Bradley, how are you feeling?" I replied in my sweet all too familiar sarcastic voice.

Therapy goes the same every week. I go in for thirty minutes and talk to Miss Bradley about my emotions. Which I never reply kindly or honestly. Because that's me. I am my sarcastic rude and closed off self.

You are probably wondering why I go to therapy.
Well the answer is since age eleven I have been labeled with, well they don't really know what to call it yet, but let's just say I am very different and they say I am emotionally unstable.

It all started when my cat bit me and I decided to lock him up in my guitar case for two days to punish him and my mom found out because she had the crazy thought to clean up my room for me and put away my guitar.
She questioned me and questioned me and when my answers sounded crazy to her she enrolled me in a mental hospital for a week to teach me a lesson.
And let me tell you that was not the last time I have been in a mental hospital.

I love to party.
The start of high school was the best party year for me.
While most of the teens my age haven't hit puberty I had an early start.
All of the guys and girls loved me and invited me to every party they had.
I guess that's when I started to get put in the hospital more.
Some nights I would get so drunk and wake up in random houses.
One day I came home in the morning and my mom got so upset she sent me straight to the hospital for a whole month.

Because of all the popularity and crazy upbringing I became known as queen of the school.
Of course nobody knew about me getting emitted to the hospital so many times, that would be social suicide. But letting the popularity get to my head I became kind of a bully.
I was mean to everyone. But mainly the ones who deserved it. Which was basically everyone.
Until one day the name calling got to be too much and I got suspended from school.

I was a mess. During the weeks where I was suspended I would sleep all day and night.
My mom decided I was depressed.
But no Mom what else is a girl supposed to do while locked up in her house 24/7. That's when my mom signed me up for Therapy.

Some might say I'm this way because my parents divorced when I was only 11.
Or they could say it's because my baby sister died when I was 9. But no I believe it's just the way I am. I love to have fun and day crazy things.
That's just the way I role.

"Jane we go through this every week, in order for you to get better you must start opening up to me" my therapist said in a strained voice.

"Okay fine wana know the truth miss Bradly?" I said in a sweet innocent voice.

Miss Bradly looked at me patiently wait to hear what I have to say.

"The truth is it is way past my nap time so it was nice talking to you but I have to go" I said while grabbing my stuff and skipping to the door.

Okay so I know I may sound super rude but hey I never asked for a therapist.

Once I got home I really did collapse in bed and fell into a deep sleep and dreamed about unicorns and butterflies.

Just kidding I never dream. Like seriously never. When I sleep my brain goes into this blank black slate and I am consumed by darkness. Kinda like my soul. Ha. I crack myself up.

I woke up to the sound of rocks being pelted against my window.

My house that I live in is small and crappy. It's a one story brick house in a very ghetto neighborhood. I swear sometimes at night I hear gunshots.

I looked through the window only to find Justin my lovely sweet drug dealer.

Okay I know I know drugs are bad. But honestly my mom is totally against them and won't even allow me to take prescribed drugs that the doctor gives me for all of my 'issues'

I just need something to keep me relaxed. And Justin and I have a great system. He gives me the drugs and in return I screw him. Honestly it's a win win because he isn't that bad on the eyes.

**** So that concludes my first chapter to Confessions of a Crazy  Girl!!!! I know Jane seems crazy right???

So that was just a little background short and sweet of Janes crazy life. Add this story to you reading list to keep checking for more updates! It's going to be cray cray!!!! ********