A therapist? What? My dad says it will be fun. He says it will be nice to have someone to talk to. I don't think so.
How can I talk to one? They have over-joyous attitudes and fake smiles. They only make me feel like I am going insane. All I can think about is 'Why can't I be more like them?' Maybe I am going insane.
They act like they know me. They don't. No one on this Earth knows me well enough. Alexa only knows about 65% of me.
I don't need help.
I am not insane and I never will be.