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.
أدب الهواة"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
