UNKNOWN:
I spent the whole day researching techniques. I smashed my phone today, it was blowing up with hate mail so I had no choice. I walked over to my broken mirror and smiled at my reflection. Sweeping my hair out of my face. The cut was visible but it wasn't too bad. Yesterday's bruise was worse. I typed up the last diary entry that my therapist had given me last week. She said it would "Help me with my problems". When was she going to realize I was not some troubled teen? I was perfectly fine with what was happening. I had agreed to go to therapy, for nothing could change my mind. It was already made up.
"I hate the world, and the world hates me" I had told her simply, not thinking more of it.
She gave me her signature sad smile and nodded.
"I'm hoping to change that for you dear. It's not healthy to think like this." She had told me. I just smiled in response deciding it was best to keep silent before I revealed anything.
I was going to change it myself. That was definite.
I even came up with a small poem about it:
Mother pretended to care,
Father turned a deaf ear,
No fear!
For I will soon be far from near.
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An Unforgettable Tale- Soulmates
Teen FictionA young girl with a Black Harley, a young boy with determination and funny humor. One story about how they learned to care for and understand each other. Their adventure together through the cruel twists and dark alleyways of Life... and High School...
