My Story

This is about me.


4. Telling My Parents

She hands the phone to me. 
It's the same night I told my therphist.

They weren't supposed to call tonight.

Oh well.

We talk and argue. 

I tell them.

They tell me I need to figure out what I'm gonna do.

Where I'm gonna go.

My heart snaps.

It is broken for sure and for good.

I don't wanna leave.

But what can I do?


I'm gone.

I've given up.

And I'm sorry


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