Dear Stranger,
When a fortune teller tells you everything will be better in a few months and I'm here like:
„I can't take it anymore. The waiting. The wanting. Something inside me snaps. Hate myself. I hate that I have to deal with this. I hate my life. And I hate how I can't count on anyone to be completely there when I need them, exactly the way I need them to be."(1)
I know that my time is not over yet.
But I want it to be over so bad.
I don't know what's going on in my mind. It's a big chaos. I feel like my entire life gets planned by other people.
I don't want to go to university!!! Get it dad!!!
I don't want to be stuck in this system forever.
God I just want to scream at him. He thinks he knows what's going on. I'm just so confused because „Puperty".
I'm depressed. I feel fucking depressed. My therapist told me. I read a bit of what she wrote down while our therapy sessions. She wrote:"Casta is sitting on a lot of sadness."
He thinks he can treat me like I'm not equal. I slowly start hating him.
Okay I don't start I already do.
Yours sincerely,
Casta
(1)Susane Colasanti, Waiting for You
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