I can't do this anymore. I don't even know why I'm posting here. Everything is crushing and I really just don't care. I texted T. She's probably in a late session with a client that's been having crisis' quite frequently. I want to scream at her and tell her I'm in one, but I can't. I won't. So I just sit here and cry, when I should be writing. I don't want to be left alone with these feelings. She understands so where is she?
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**the curiosity can kill the soul but leave the pain and every ounce of innocence is left inside her brain**
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