"So, Celeste, would you like to tell me why you think you're here today?", asks the therapist. Her tone is as fake and sweet as the Splenda she puts in her coffee.
"Because my mom doesn't know how to deal with her own problems.", I answer smugly.
YOU ARE READING
her words.
Teen FictionTRIGGER WARNING: suicide, depression & a hell of a lot of stupid thing like slut shaming bc 15 year old me was an idiot. '"Here.", said her mother as she handed me the notebook. "She wanted you to have this." Without saying another word she wiped...
