Finding Love In A Mental Hospital

Bad Choices

Today, mother decided to take me to a therapist. I told her that I wouldn't go but she said it was for my own good. Was it really for my own good or was she just tired of seeing me mope around theses days? What did she expect? For me to just go on as if nothing ever happened? Well as I was saying, I went to see the therapist. I hated him, some fucking weird asian that smells like an old lady. Well he basically tried to get me to talk about him, but I just can't. I don't think I ever will be able to. So since I wouldn't talk about Hunt- him we just talked about school and how I was doing in my subjects. I was mostly uncooperative the whole time and my Mother kept throwing him some nasty seductive looks at the guy the whole time. He ended up suggesting I take some anti-depressants. Like hell I will. I just miss him so fucking bad... God, I promised myself I would just stop thinking of him completly but its just so hard. Ok deap breaths. "stop worrying so much about the past and get on with the future, you can't keep feeling sorry for yourself" Oh shit. its happening again... please no. "shut the fuck up hunter! I'm sick and tired of your fucking shit! I wish you would just fucking disappear!" why did you? Hunter, why did you leave? "Well, just because your dad died doesn't mean you have to be a bitch. there is a reason why he left you at birth and that's because you were a mistake! He hated you ok? so stop kidding yourself and get real. I'm leaving, and don't come looking for me because your on the top of my hate list." If only I hadn't let him run off. if only I had stopped yelling. Oh my god I ruined everything.

†*†*†*†*†*†*†*†*†*†*†*†*†*†*†*†*†*†*†*†*†*†*†*†*†*†*†*†*†*†*†*†*HEY GUYS! so I am still not doing good on the writing and yeah so give me a little feedback. I'm just going to drop the story. that what I decided. but thanks for reading it.