Lead Me To The Light.

I'm Yaslin.
I'm 18. A mess.And a walking disaster.
From NYC.

Today I finally got the strength to go see a therapist. But nothing went as planned which makes me feel even suckier, and even more depressed. I wasn’t even planning on going anymore when I woke up, I was tired and lately I don’t get tired till 3am or even later which fucks up my ‘all I want to do is sleep’ shit. Anyways, I leave me house around 230 but i had to wait forever int he cashier place to get a metrocard, I call my mum to call the office to see what time they closed, mind you im still in my block and its 3:00pm and she calls back telling me the therapist works form 2-4 which literally gave me no time to even get there and get checked. Then my mum calls again to let me know he only treats people until the age of 17 -____- fuck this shit. Is like every time im trying to do something so help me get better stupid shit happens, so now he recommended me some lady there whom hasn’t picked up my mum calls so she left a message. I really need this therapy shit. I already lost myself and I seriously don’t know how much longer I can take.

June 7th, 2010

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