Dear Universe,
I told Dad I didn't think I want to play footy anymore, he didnt believe me, he said I'm only feeling like that because I had a crap year. With ranging from Mum leaving finally, her messing up everything, playing in a team with girls I hated: for a coach I hated who hated me, injuring my shoulder, getting into a rep-squad with girls I hate, to going through so many depressive episodes I've lost count.
Dad said to trust him and that he'll help me with what I'm going through.
I want to trust him and I do trust him, but how can he help me if he doesn't know what I'm going through?
-G.L
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