Metrical Composition From A Broken Soul

Authors Note

((IF YOU ARE SOME BITCH WHO GETS OFFENDED EASILY THEN SKIP THIS CHAPTER. ITS JUST MY COMMENTARY AND THERE IS A LOT OF CUSSING. I AM A GRAMMAR NAZI SO I UNDERSTAND THE STRUGGLE OF RESTRAINING YOURSELF TO CORRECT SOMEONE. BUT PLEASE UNDERSTAND I AM PISSED AND GRAMMAR IS ABOUT THE LEAST IMPORTANT THING IN THIS CHAPTER. PLEASE LOOK PAST MY IDIOCY AND TRY TO SEE WHAT IM TRYING TO SAY. THANK YOU. AND IF YOU DIDN'T LISTEN THEN FUCK YOU.))

Im sorry to interrupt but I need to vent for a chapter.

Adults are screwed up in the head and I just need to say that I'm sorry if I become like that at any point.

So I was in the guidance counselors office, (yes I have depression, i don't know how you missed that if you did.) and she talked to me about my issues. Basically she told me that

a) I have too many things to be grateful for to feel depressed or upset.

b) Every teenager goes through this so I shouldn't be so dramatic.

c) I should take pills to fix it.

I would just like to state blatantly that she can go to hell.

I have heard over a thousand times that we shouldn't base our happiness off of our materialistic wants or needs. So why in the world would she tell me to do it now? I will tell you why because she doesn't know a goddamn thing about me and doesn't want me to be her problem. ((Go look up Kick Me by Sleeping With Sirens)) She wanted to push me to the side and say mission accomplished. I KNOW I have most things I need. I KNOW THAT BECAUSE I LIVE IT! So obviously the problem isn't that. It is something else. I have no right to say I have a hard life because I dont know everyone else situations, therefore, I cannot say that is the reason.

I dont care if every teenager goes through this, I am in your office because I am going through it now. And it hurts. It hurts so much. I dont know if every teenager has the life I do, or has done what I have. I dont know if every teenager cuts their wrists and cries themselves to sleep. That seems like a huge category that she cannot label. I am just saying, that is ridiculous. So this is the point where I am done with her.

She basically told me that what I was fixing wasn't something worth working through, it was like any other sickness. She wanted to make me 'not her problem' any longer and that pisses me off. If she wanted me to take pills to fix it then maybe I will. Not antidepressants, more like anti-life. But I'm sure it would work for her. After all I was just a waisted 60 minutes to her.

Her arguments made me want to slap her.

I guess what I am trying to say is if someone tries to tell you your emotions are irrelevant and you are being over dramatic then fuck them. You are not irrelevant so your emotions are no where near that.

No.

Just, No.

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