"I'm ok." "Are you sure?" Here we go again, I can't keep doing this. But everyone says I need the help, to talk about my problems. I studied the paint on the walls, same light brown color, it was never anything that stood out. I hate this chair thingy, it was still uncomfortable couldn't really even sit in it. "Hey, there you are, where did you? You left again didn't you?" Why does she talk to me like a five-year-old? "So what if I did? Sometimes I need time to myself." Great defense time to myself one thing I don't need.