therapy ➳ park jimin

☹ therapy ☹

"Mom, I don't need therapy," Lina sighed as she picked at her chipped, black nail polish.

"Angelina," her mom breathed, pivoting in her stance in order to look at the unhappy countenance of her sixteen year old daughter. "I only want what is best for you."

"I'm fine, honestly. You can't just diagnose me with depression; you're only a teacher, not a psychiatrist."

"I may be 'only a teacher', but I'm not stupid, Angelina-"

"Lina," her daughter interrupted in an annoyed tone. "I'm not going to therapy, period."

"Unfortunately for you, I've already arranged a session. It starts at six so be ready."