I was asked by seeing a therapist by my friends to admit to my secrets because they wanted to hurt me. Under pressure I admitted I was not a virgin. That is been having s** with myself. That I gave my brother a b*******. That I had a lot of boyfriends. That I lost my child through abortion. That I’m not popular. I’m a loner who has never had friends. That everyone I knew hated me. That my mom was an alcoholic. That my dad went to prison. That my brother was on drugs. That I peed in class. That I drink and take drugs. That I’m a drug addict. That I’m really a s*** for having s** with myself. That I’m gay and I like girls too. That I stink really bad every month for one week. That I’m stupid. I was always failing. I took all those classes for nothing and I should’ve failed. That my dad s******* abused me. That I should’ve failed. That I’m a loser. That I lied about doing things. That I lied about everything. I don’t know how to do things. That I only pretended to be smart while I’m retarded. That I waisted my life on being successful when there was never any hope. That I lost my brother to suicide. That my best friends set me up to go to prison. That I may be homeless someday.
