7:32 pm
these sessions are tiring.
how did it go?
we talked. he doesn't understand me tbh. i know he doesn't.
he has a degree and stuff so i think he somewhat knows what he's dealing with, when he talks to me.
i was such a brat lol.
i bet you weren't.
he asked me how everything is.
and i said "it sucks."
and then for the rest of the session i sat there.
oh.
he told me that i needed to smile more.
knock knock.
?
gosh lennon, you're supposed to say 'who's there?'
who's there?
broken pencil.
broken pencil who?
never mind.
its.
pointless.
heh.
get it?
ok fine that was only half-bad.
but.
did you smile?
kind of?
good, we're getting there.
7:59 pm
uh i'm going to the coffee house later.
want to come?
a u t h o r ' s n o t e :
happy early thanksgiving to all you fellow canadians heh
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good morning, sunshine
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