Journal #22 (day 61)
I had a therapy session with Emily. It was alright, emotional but good. She was really happy to see me. She said I looked heathly, and that she has never seen me look so healthy before. but, seriously what the fuck is that supposed to mean? I looked heathly? I look like a fucking hippo, I am huge. She told me how much she loved me and how much I mean to her. I apologized for making her life hell, and everything I have done. She started crying and it was really awkward. I looked at kayla and she mouthed for me to hug her. But then emily started to cry harder. Then she was bawling and she was stuttering how I haven't hugged her since I was nine and she was so upset. Which mad me start crying. I fucking hate crying, it was weird. She wold me she will always be there for me. And she started telling Kayla about when I first moved in with then and I wouldn't talk and how I just sat there. Then I had to explain why I didn't talk, and how much I liked them, and I wanted to stay with them and not mess anything up.
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Teen FictionJournal #1 (Day 17) ... Well, My name is Avery... I'll be writing about my life before and why I was placed in this loony bin.
