Underneath my clothes there's an endless story
I couldn’t do it. I went to all the therapy sessions, I paid in advance but when I got there today I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I think that I horribly offended the person that came with me for moral support by something that I said. I just couldn’t do it.
It wasn't like I didn't have support. The person that came with me had gone through it before and was willing to hold my hand despite her issues with her own choice, my boyfriend was in the waiting room (they don't let them come into the room because men tend to get to emotional or some bullshit) and I know that if I wanted to tell someone else, like my Mother or something she would have worried about me and not been angry. I just couldn't.
Fuck.
It wasn't like I didn't have support. The person that came with me had gone through it before and was willing to hold my hand despite her issues with her own choice, my boyfriend was in the waiting room (they don't let them come into the room because men tend to get to emotional or some bullshit) and I know that if I wanted to tell someone else, like my Mother or something she would have worried about me and not been angry. I just couldn't.
Fuck.