"Can we?" (A Robbie Kay Story.)

Today i'm gonna attend this support group that my therapist thought would be good for me. To get to know people who have been going through the same things as me, can't get along with parents, always feeling like you don't fit in, and being depresed.

It sounds heavier then it is. Or well, atleast for me. I'm kinda used to everything now, it's like I turned my feelings off.

I'm not really looking forward to share everything. But when I arrive, there is only one other person. A boy, around my age. And the 'group' therapist ofcourse. Now I just really wanna go home. What's the point of group therapy, when no one shows up?