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so mother is forcing me to go back to my counsellor.
i don't want to go back to being that person, going to the counsellor every second day because i hate the world and it hates me. i know how people look at me when i tell them i used to have to go to a counsellor, they'd be even worse if i told them i still have to. fuck. its so stupid.
and i would totally have preferred going to that stupid athletics carnival today than sitting around here, because my father is a dickface.
and yeah, thats my crappy story. the end.
i don't want to go back to being that person, going to the counsellor every second day because i hate the world and it hates me. i know how people look at me when i tell them i used to have to go to a counsellor, they'd be even worse if i told them i still have to. fuck. its so stupid.
and i would totally have preferred going to that stupid athletics carnival today than sitting around here, because my father is a dickface.
and yeah, thats my crappy story. the end.