It’s four days until it’s time to go for good. I keep pretending everything is fine and I’ll even see my therapist tomorrow. Of course she’ll want to talk about last week but I’ll just let her know that the thoughts are gone and I’m ok. If I really tell her, she’ll have to report me and I’ll be locked up in a nut house, so why bother? I’m screaming on the inside, honestly.
I’ve been asking close friends what they would do if they only had a few more days to live and I’ll slowly start doing what they say. Like yesterday morning, for example, […]