love always,

therapy sessions

i was in carols office, which she likes to call her happy circle. when she pulled out a cigerette to smoke. the room really did make me happy, though the name sucked, it was really calming. how the bright pink walls lit up the entire room, how the eroma of mints and cheap whisky flooded the area. her "happy circle" was small but clean, more than what i can say for most rooms in the building. the therapy residential area shared the same building as a computer development company and a cafe. carol offered a cigerette to me, i declined "sorry im driving" i joke with her. which makes her laugh, "so how are those letters working out for you?" i look up from my phone to say " there not." but she interupts me with a deep cough, "those ciggerettes are going to kill you." she just smiles, "aren't i supposed to give you the life lessons?" "well your doing really bad at it," i mumble. " i have an idea!" she starttles me with the sudden urge of exitement, " how about you write letters to a random person at your school!" i stare at her dissapointedly, "no." "fine ill tell your mom that youve been stealing money from me to get cheetos from the vending machine." im suprised she would blackmail me like that, "you knew about that?" she just pulls out her phone acting like she would call my mom. i buckle under pressure, " fine! ill do it," she seems relieved. " but how will i send the letters? i dont know anybody's Gmail," " put it in there lockers. i dont care, just talk to people!" i nod and roll my eyes overly dramatically so she would see it. "so..." she laughs and hands me five dollars for the vending machine.   that night i decided to write a letter to put in someone's locker the next day. hopeing they wont read it and wont show it to all of there friends. the more i thought about it the more i hated the idea of doing this