I have therapy tomorrow,
I find out what’s wrong with me, tomorrow. I think anyways.
But I am so nervous. I was fine all day, happy.
But I got home, and my mom walked in & was all ” tomorrow before your therapy we’ll go get coffee. “
You called me psychotic.
& I wouldn’t admit it to you, but it stuck with me.
& killed me, now i get to find out that i really am {:
i feel like i would much rather avoid this whole thing and keep living sad,
but i want to be better .. so much.. so i will.
