To my therapist

"don't let a bad day make you feel like you have a bad life" As much as I want to believe this saying, life for me is a rough ride... a constant surf in a tsunami wave, an endless shaking earthquake-it seems as though I am always reaching for something unseen. I'm tired. And a college girl like me could never afford a therapist right now so I'm gonna write all my emotions down, hoping that someday when I have the money, I'll just send my therapist the link of my story, and viola! they'll help me sort things out.

A little info about me.
I am a college girl, studying in nursing school who in her 21 years of life still carries around her wounded inner child and that most of the time she does things out of spite- or revenge for that hurt inner child.
Do I have friends? yes, but (another crisis of mine) I cannot seem to tell them the full story of my shitty life, because they too have their own problems to deal with.
Do I have a boyfriend, perhaps? no. and the full story as to why that is my social status will be brought up from time to time in this "writing expedition" because what is a story without romance? no matter fucked up it is.

Why am I writing this? I don't know. Maybe I wanna clear my thoughts, maybe I am serious about getting therapy in the future or maybe I just wanna write my heart out hoping it will turn out to be a pop and people will start noticing me?- sounds kind of sad, egoistic even... but I am desperate.