I can’t stop.
It’s too helpful.
As I sit in a restaurant waiting for my mother to return from getting money to pay for our lunch, I decided to write a little bit…
I haven’t had the courage or the time to write in the past few months. I have returned to school so my free time is filled with homework, sorority events, or rehearsal for theatre.
I had a tough week emotionally and mentally so the counselor in the emergency counseling center decided it was best I go home for the weekend.
I don’t trust you to keep yourself safe.
She would actually prefer that I leave school, but I’m NOT doing that again. I refuse.
I am supposed to be back and better than ever. Aren’t I?
It’s a process.
PS: The last time I wrote, my mother thought I was pregnant. I AM NOT PREGNANT. K bye.