Tick Tock [short story]

t[o]o late

Monday, July 22nd, XXXX ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀07:55

United States of America

NXX XXXX

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My questions never seem to be answered.

I’m going to see my counselor today. Maybe he can help. Maybe. I think he tries to help. He honestly does try.

But if he doesn’t even want to see what I see in this world, how can he? I’ll try to explain it to him again. I have to turn in all of these so-called reports to him anyway. There’s no shame in letting him read it.

He might as well know what I think. Perhaps it really could help him get some insight into how I think. If he doesn’t dismiss it as the ravings of a lunatic, that is.

Maybe it’s already too late. 

My reputation precedes me.