I haven't written in a while since Momma made me start going to therapy. She thinks that I'm too depressed that you're gone and that I need to talk to someone about it.
Who can blame me though?
I don't like therapy. Mister Jung Hoseok smells weird and is too happy.
Or maybe I'm too sad.
He says I act like a child and that I need to talk to someone about how I feel.
But I only talk to you, Yoongi. You're the only one I've ever talked to.
I miss talking to you.
