day: 42
"can i come to your appointment today?" i ask, genuinely hoping i could go. i've never been to a therapist and i want to know what it's like.
"sure but it's pretty depressing. i don't want you to end up like me." michael says, his voice wavering a bit.
"nonsense michael, just let me come along. you might feel better if i do."
"okay i guess thats fine." michael scratches the back of his head, still unsure if i should go or not.
"it's okay if you don't want me to go. really please don't worry about it." it hurts a lot that michael doesn't want me with him there helping him through it all. i should probably stop worrying about myself because he has way bigger problems.
a/n: i feel like such a shitty writer tbh.