Alright. So this week my moms in Cuba with Glen, so I'm at my friend Miranda's house until Tuesday. Not bad really, we're having fun,
despite the fact the she INSISTS on having her alarm clock go off at six every morning. Not even kidding, it wakes me up from across the hall because it's
blaring like it's right in my ear.
And I'm moving to Wetaskawin, I was ok with that.
Even a little excited. Until my mom thought it would be brilliant for me to see a therapist. Sh knows my anxiety is acting up lately, and that
the move will be stressful, but when she said that I need to see a therapist and isn't really giving me any option, it's really