So. I went to a therapist today for like the first time in... 3 years? I dunno. And I fucking hate the therapist.
The only thing that's funny about a therapist is the name.
Therapist = the rapist
I mean, seriously.
That shit is fucking funny.
Anyway, if you're mad at a parent for making you be there, whatever the therapist asks you, just reply with a "I dunno" and change the subject to Nicki Minaj or Beyonce.
That's what I did.
And it worked. *thumbs up*
-Vanilla <3
