Today, in Group Therapy, or as I like to call it, Mouth Vomit Time, Dr. Asshat stood in front of the group and said, "Alright, everyone, we're going to try out an exercise. Write about your best day, but write it like it happened today."
He then went on to say it's 'therapeutic because we're using our imaginations to see ourselves doing something amazing and reminding us that we can do so again.' Emil's kind of an idiot, no, apologies, he's most definitely and idiot. But I liked the idea of reliving my best day. It was Catalina about six months ago. Zach and I, the terrible twosome, the lords of idiocy, double trouble, and every other cliché you can think of, left to go scuba diving and spent the entire day doing things that only best friends can do together. To the outside viewer, we would have seemed gay, but Zach and I were practically brothers, so it didn't matter.
Of course, this was all before we moved to Colorado, the stupidest state in the world. I miss San Diego. Dr. Idiot thinks that leaving my home after sixteen years of living there was a part of why I tried to hang myself. Mom thinks that it was because she didn't spend enough time with me. The nurse who runs my half of the nut house, a fat lady with a pig's face named Enid, said with her thick, Russian accent "You just cry for attention." Me, personally, I think I spent too much time listening to Black Veil Brides. And because my life is a living hell. That was part of it.
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