Over that past four weeks Huey Freeman appeared to had make some progress. He had finally found closure with his mother.

Week four:

When Huey came in today I knew something wasn't right, he had hair like Solange Knowles, he seemed kind of...hyper.

"...hi Huey, how've you been?" Tonya sounded kind of nervous.

"OK I guess, better than normal"

"Well that's good to hear" They walked into Tonya's office to talk more.

"I'm not trying to sound rude but what's going on with your hair?"

"First I washed it and started to comb it with my pick but then I was just like 'fuck it' and went to eat breakfast. Then I read a book about some stuff and then I came here." He said this all very fast sounding like a person having a nervous breakdown.

"Oh... OK well what else did y-"

"Do you think I need a hair cut? Cause everyone is always saying I need one but I like my hair so I'm just like 'ion want a haircut' so I'm always thinking what the fuck is dey purpose?" He was now talking to fast for a normal person to keep up.

Correction: he was WAY to hyper. He just on talking about some of the most randomest sh*t in the world and every thought that came to his head, I couldn't even keep up. When we first met his grandfather said her was bipolar but I didn't believe him, but now I'm not so sure. If it is bipolar disorder he could be going through a mood swing that would soon be over. But there's the also the small chance of him being on a drug.

-he is very defensive about his hair

-he has a friend named Michael Ceaser but prefers to be called by his last name

-he listens to Elton John, but just a little bit

I actually got a lot of information out of him today and gave him advice on his issues but I doubt that he'll remember any of if.

'Secrets'/insecurities:

-doesn't like being laughed at

-can't swim

-mother is biracial(mother is white and father is black)

*doesn't want ANYONE to know he's 25% white(sorry Huey but your grandad gave me permission to publish all my notes on you)

-white grandma is a b*tch and taught him to play a song on a piano when he was little

*he's actually pretty good

Week Five:

Normal Huey was back so I decided to teach him ways to cope with mood swings because he refused to take a medication.

"Why are you a therapist?" Huey had cut her off in the middle of her talking

"Cause I like helping people" she didn't know where this random question had came from

Huey pretty much disregarded her answer "Is it because it's easy, I mean all you do is ask people questions about their personal life and tell them how they should live." You could hear the anger in his voice

"I trusted you and you probably don't care...just like everyone else" he accidentally let that last part slip out

Tonya was dumbfounded by what he just said but also insulted " Huey when I talk to some people I stop suicides and help people feel better about themselves, I also do more but I don't feel like I need to prove anything to you"

"I don't need to listen to you!" He starting to sound immature

"You work for a white man! And your bad at your job!" Once he said that he left early and walked home

"Nigga need to calm the fuck down...and, my boss is NOT white, he's Asian."

I hate mood swings.