Yeah. Fuck. Yeah. I guess it’s just, she can’t help me. Nobody can. Not her. Not any of my aunties and uncles. Not my mama. Not my pop. Not teachers. Not friends. Not any fucking therapist or psychiatrist. No drug. Not Prozac, not citalopram, not Wellbutrin, not Lexapro, not diazepam, not Latuda. Not my sisters. Not any fucking body or thing. What a terrible, horrid, unsafe feeling.
