Calum - Therapy
Maxine,
I still don't want to talk to you, if that wasn't already clear.
One therapy session on a Wednesday is bad enough but you want me to type a journal entry a day?
You don't help, you kind of people never help.
Why do my parents insist on this shit?
Oh right they think I'm depressed and in denial.
I'm upset and hurting yes, but that's a different thing to depression.
Even I know that.
But I'm not fucking suicidal.
Calum.
YOU ARE READING
Grace - Calum Hood (completed)
Fanfiction'One day you were here. Smiling, laughing and throwing Cheetos at me' 'Then you were gone Grace'
