disconnected / l.r.h

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August 28th, 2015

Adrianna's perspective:

"I opened up the gates of my heart to him. He knew I was sad. He saw how fragile and broken I was; my heart was made of glass. And just when I thought he'd mend me, all he did was break me even more. He left me broken. He left my heart shattered. And I can't pick up all these pieces - they'd never get back together, just like us." I tell Shannon, my therapist. She just asked me about my love life, like that matters. I didn't come here to talk about this, about him. I was forced by mother because she thinks I'm sad. I am sad but I don't need help.

"Alright. That was something else Adrianna, that really was." She informs me as she scribbles words into her journal. She really had to write this down?

"What was 'something else', miss?" I ask her. She looks up at me. "Do you write? Have you ever tried to write? Write your feelings down? Write something? Studies show writin-"

"I don't write." I speak up and she sighs. "You just let your heart out to me Adrianna. The emotions flying everywhere." I have aquatinted with my therapist the last couple weeks. I never thought this conversation would come up.

Silence fills the room and I roll my eyes. I don't want to be here. I scoot up in my seat. Shannon starts to say something, "I have an idea." Her green eyes shot at my hazel. I smile.

"Yes?"

"Create a blog."

"Excuse me? A blog? I can't do that." She must be out of her mind.

THIS BOOK WILL BE COMING SOON MY PEEPS!! I'm gonna start editing this lmfaoo