The learned helplessness theory

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I FUCKING HATE MYSELF.

I MISSED HER DAD GETTING OUT OF JAIL, I MISSED HER BIRTHDAY, WHAT'S NEXT?!

It's been a while since I felt this low.

It's her day and I'm making it all about me.

I could do more.

I could spend the whole day on call or write her stories all night, but at the end of the day... I'm too tired.

My hands are shaking and I have bruises and sunburns and cuts and scars and I like it.

If I can't be there for her, why should I be here at all.

Fuck.

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