Dear, You.
Dad took me to therapy again.
Instead of drawing pictures of dinosaurs, I drew how I felt and I think my therapist was happy that I was trying to communicate.
I just decided to draw sad things instead of happy, dancing dinosaurs.
And maybe I should be going to therapy.
Maybe.
From, Me.
YOU ARE READING
to him.
Fanfiction"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
