The Truth Behind My Lies

There's a doctor coming to our school today. He's suppose to ask us questions about problems we're facing and give us suggestions on how to solve them. A therapy session, I guess.

I hate it. How can he help me. He doesn't know what it feels like.

Can I get out of this? I've been lying for years.

I believe I can. You can't tell what exactly a person's feeling when they're dying inside.

Right?