Status: Paused
Regrets & Romance
Chapter One: Not Safe.
"And why do you think that Ms. Libson?"
"Why the FUCK would you ask that?! You know the answer." I snapped at my psychiatrist.
"Corinne, you know I'm only asking you these questions to help diagnose you." he responded calmy.
Yeah, and I've been paying you 200$ an hour every Tuesday for the past 2 months to diagnose me.
"Whatever." I mumbled.
"So Ms. Libson, why do you think that you deserve to die?"
I'm getting tired of this asshole calling me Ms. Libson.
"I don't know. I mean, I'm just taking up space. I don't really have a purpose. I need to die." I fiddled with a hole in my jean leg.
"Do you think that you aren't safe from yourself?"
Hell no. Hell mother-fucking no.
I slowly brought my head up to look at the man before me.
"I'm not safe from myself, no."
"Why the FUCK would you ask that?! You know the answer." I snapped at my psychiatrist.
"Corinne, you know I'm only asking you these questions to help diagnose you." he responded calmy.
Yeah, and I've been paying you 200$ an hour every Tuesday for the past 2 months to diagnose me.
"Whatever." I mumbled.
"So Ms. Libson, why do you think that you deserve to die?"
I'm getting tired of this asshole calling me Ms. Libson.
"I don't know. I mean, I'm just taking up space. I don't really have a purpose. I need to die." I fiddled with a hole in my jean leg.
"Do you think that you aren't safe from yourself?"
Hell no. Hell mother-fucking no.
I slowly brought my head up to look at the man before me.
"I'm not safe from myself, no."