"So what you're telling me is that you can't tell what's real life, and what's not?" my mother asked.
I had just spent about twenty minutes telling my parents, well actually more like yelling at my dad telling him that I'm not pregnant, about what has been going on with me, and they think that I'm insane.
"Yeah, and I still can't tell if this is real or not. Shawn and I think I need therapy. It's been nonstop, and I am actually getting very scared," I said.
"But Kylie, therapy costs a lot of money, and I don't think that we can afford it," mom said.
"But mom, I might go literally insane if I don't get therapy," I said.
"But we might literally not have enough money for therapy," my mom said, mocking me.
I just sat and made an angry face.
"Fine," I said, exhaling loudly, storming outside.
I got in the car with Shawn and told him the news.
"They're not doing it," I said, leaning against the window.
"What?!" Shawn yelled.
"They think I'm just crazy and they don't want anything to do with me," I said.
"I'll talk to them," Shawn said.
"Have fun, but they aren't going to do shit," I said and closed my eyes.
