35, Therapy

20 1 0
                                    

I went to see a therapist today, just because someone put a note in my locker and recommended it. I took their option and now here I am, ranting about my life to a depressed lady. I can tell she hates her job, but I won't say anything. Her secret is safe with me.

Sent at 4:59 pm.

I sat in the driver's seat of my car, staring longingly out the window at the park next to the therapy office. I see all the kids running around, enjoying their young lives to the best of their abilities. I sit in silence until I turn the car on and the roar of the engine fills the small box. I let out a silent sigh and drive home.

50 Ways To Forget YouWhere stories live. Discover now