Rendezvous

16 February 04 : 10.47 PM

Sandy called me today,

"Hey, what happened to you? Why are you absent from school for so long? Is everything alright? Everyone is worried for you, you know!"

I bit my lips to not cry. I told her, yes, I'd be going to school.

Then while I was playing Thank You For Loving Me (Bon Jovi) on the piano, Mom came to me from behind and asked,

"Are you going to school tomorrow?"

I smiled at her sheepishly.

"I know you well enough; you won't go. Anyway, I've made an appointment for you at the psychiatrist on wednesday..."

Then she continued on saying some other stuff that I wasn't listening to.

When she walked off, I started crying. Crying hard like a stupid, beaten little child.

I am so fucking weak. I hate myself for that.