Dear, You.
My dad told me that he is thinking about sending me to therapy.
I don't want to go to therapy.
It all seems like alot of fake sympathy and dumb questions with them asking how I'm feeling.
I'm feeling fine.
And I don't like therapy offices anyway. I was in one once because my parents didn't understand.
It was horrible.
Too much white and motivational posters filled with fake happiness and get better wishes.
I hated it.
You are always so happy, and it makes me happy to see you happy.
That was creepy.
I'm sorry.
From, Me.
YOU ARE READING
to him.
Fanfic"I guess I was obsessed, or just looking for someone to listen to the words I couldn't form with my own mouth." Started 08/28/15 - Completed 03/11/17