"I want to kill myself."
My therapist with a straight face sighed and told me,more so reminded me for the millionth time it wouldn't be a good idea,i have to much to live for,blah,blah.
I zone out from her words and think about a particular figure in the side of the room staring.
She snaps her fingers and i focus on her since she only snaps when shes mad.
With a robotic voice she tells me i have psychological testing today and have to be truthful,then she asked if i have taken my medication,in which i nod yes but i haven't taken the cocktail of pills in over two months feeling like I'm normal
But really,I'm far from "normal"
