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❛ LOSING MYSELF ❜ IRENIC -W0CKI4WAR
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"IRENIC " - promoting peace -W0CKI4WAR
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Irene Noelle Ellison ☘︎︎Harlem, NY Psychtherapy - SugarHill☘︎︎ A Week Later, 12:30pm
- ( ☘︎︎ ) Irene's POV
"I SOMETIMES JUST GET THIS - WEIRD OVERWHELMING FEELING... LIKE IM LOSING MYSELF." I explained to the best of my abilities. Today was my first day or therapy, my mother sent me here because i began "behaving differently" bullshit how would she even know? not like she'd been around enough to know..I hated this. I hated therapy. And I especially hated this annoying ass Psychologist. Ms. Lanier was impatient and forced me to talk about my feelings; Which i very obviously haven't figured out yet. It's only been a week give me a fucking break...
Ms. Lanier shuffle's in her seat with a sigh, clipboard in hand with a blue inked pen. She stared into my soul, trying to figure me out. "why do you feel like that?"
"I haven't really thought about it," I say shrugging. "Maybe because i feel under pressure? to - like - fuck - to like fit in? to fix thing's..?" I say, stuttering over my words as I felt tears welling up in my eyes. Why? I have no idea. I look down with a huff before bringing my legs close to my chest and hugging them while stuffing my face in my knees. My eyebrows knit together as I try to force the tears to stop escaping from my eyes. I nibble on my bottom lip, gnawing away at the dead skin that coated them.
