The Therapist ~ h.s.

Nobody knew he had grave problems. Nobody wanted to know, actually. Everybody knew him as the perfect heartbreaker, the most wanted guy that has ever existed on the surface of this big world. That didn't change the fact he needed to share his problems to someone, he couldn't keep everything to himself. So for her, he let his walls come down. Only because it was for his benefit.

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"Why don't you tell anyone?", she asked, her head tilted to the side. Her notepad was on her lap, she was fiddling around with her ballpoint.

"Would that make things better?", the man laughed sarcastically. "Do you think the hate would lessen, then?" His eyes bore into hers. "Do you think they would accept me for what I am, then? Would they like my depressive self, if I told them that I'm having depressions and states of anxiety? They don't like the perfect me, why would they like the weak, real me?"

"That is not the point. You're off-topic."

"Then what is?"

"It's not about people hating you, you can't make them love you anyways. I'm not forcing you to tell the whole world that you have problems, you completely got me wrong there. Although I think you should give up on pretending to be the though one." She paused for a second, looking at him with curious eyes as he took her words in.

"Or maybe you can start with loving yourself. Making peace with yourself, that is what you need to do first. If you hate yourself, nobody is going to love you."