at group therapy today, Michael, our psychologist for group hour, gave everyone a blank piece of paper to everyone. then told us to draw what we loved the most in this world.
i left mine blank. he asked me why.
i told him, ''i don't have anything that i can love anymore.''
he said, ''even if that is true, you can always find love in everything and anything, but you just have to look close enough.''
seems like a fairytale that will never come true.
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Memoir Of An Insane
Short StoryKayla is the definition of messed up. After the traumatic events in her life, she is admitted in a mental facility, where she begins writing a diary. There, she writes down her thoughts, emotions and life. ;contains diary entries, texts, events, p...
