The Therapist

Chapter 4

I actually made an account on that dating website. So far I have at least 42 people chatting with me on one account.

The men on here are very handsome. Some look like models and some look like people that live with 6 cats. At work I can't help but look back at my phone. I feel so paranoid, hoping that a text comes through.

I have came to my senses with Melissa and told her the guy that I really enjoy talking to. Jerry, he is 24 years old, lives in California which is 120 miles away (thank you Google maps), and sexy as hell.

We have texted a lot. He shares his how day went, what he eats, how pretty I am, and all of the other cute things going on his life. On the other hand I text him how my life is a disaster, how bad I want to kill everyone, and what I wish I hadn't eaten.

Jerry is very sensitive, it is a cute personality but it can get pretty annoying. He thinks that dogs having puppies is a boo hoo moment, I think it's a moment to stick my face in the toilet to throw up.

Texts: (We are totally different)

Jerry~ Hello beautiful, how was your day?

Nichole~ Well I definitely didn't choke my boss today.

Jerry~ Why are you so cruel?

Nichole~ Because you aren't here with me.

Jerry~ 😙😙

Nichole~ What the FUCK was that?

Jerry~ kisses to make you feel better.

Nichole~🖕🖕🖕

Jerry~ What was that for.

Nichole~ To show you that I have fucks to give.

Jerry~ 😣😣😣

Jerry~ You are making me feel bad.

Nichole~ Get well soon. 😚

I am such a good girl.