I was in therapy. It's official. 

Dr. Howe had sat in front of me and my mother and acted like he got it all.

He didn't get shit. Nothing. He didn't know me or my mom or my school. Anything. He had no idea the pain I'd felt in that mental hospital after attempting to take my life because of how awful they are. Nobody gets it. I'm all alone.

That's why I'm ruining everyone else's life just like they did to me.

If you're going to be alone, at least be on top. 

I crossed my legs and stared at Dr. Howe, demons in my eyes. You want to put me in therapy, mother? Let's do it. I'll ruin him too.