It's weird that she thinks so highly of me after not even an hour of talking to me. A little self esteem boost.
"Have you ever been suicidal?"
"Yes."
"Have you ever made a plan?"
"No."
"Really?"
"No."
I don't like lying to a therapist. But whenever you mention things like that. Bad things happen. I've figured out it's better to just not talk about it a lot.
Of course I've had plans.
I notice the stupidest things. This one little girl had a cell phone. She was like.. seven or less. With a cell phone in her shirt. Like you know how some girls put it in their bra or whatever. That's where she had it. She was chewing gum with blonde hair and a cell phone where one day there will be cleavage. It was just.. sad.
The tissues were already on the couch. It seemed.. not hopeful. Like.. I already know your ass is going to be bawling your eyes out. Mmm thanks.
I just really want to go to sleep right now. I want to talk to Pearl and Michaela and others but. I'm just exhausted of dealing with everything.
Sleeping is close..
No comments:
Post a Comment