Dear Diary,
Mom made me see my therapist today. I clearly didn't want to, be she believed that maybe getting out of the house for a little while would do me good.
The therapist's office was painted a very pale yellow color, soft light emanating from the white floor lamp. The typically plush couch and chairs were placed around the office. The color blue was completely absent, and all I could think about was 9th grade English when my teacher taught us proper analysis.
Why, I though, does having blue curtains represent depression, and feelings of sadness. Can't they just be blue because the author likes the color blue because it reminded them of the ocean?
That is likely why my essay grades were never the best.
Regardless, I sat through an hour and a half of 'lets talk about Larissa' and answered mundane questions.
Why does my therapist need to know what I eat for breakfast?
For a while I actually tried to be cooperative, but that idea soon proved to not be successful either.
I'm tired now. Maybe I'll see you tomorrow, maybe next week, or maybe never again. We shall see.
So long,
Larissa
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The Diary of Larissa Tole
Novela JuvenilMy name is Larissa Tole, and I committed suicide. This is my story. • This is going to be somewhat dark, and potentially triggering, so only read if you're comfortable.
