| Current mood: | bored |
| Current music: | taking back sunday - the blue channel |
alright
it's been awhile. again.
met my therapist yesterday. his name is barney. he doesn't really have any hair. he made me cry a couple times but it was okay. i get to meet him again on tuesday. he asked me what i wasnt to happen as a consequence of counselling and i honestly do not know what the fuck i want. my mother made me go there. i want to be left alone and i have to open up to a mid-fifties guy who doesn't know me and put down ?!?!?! in the suicidal box. and that's all i can think about. i'm not suicidal, am i? god i hope not.
|hannahbanana|
(Post a new comment)
(Post a new comment)
|