Tita, we’re on quarantine. I could have gone to my therapist if I had the time. I’m not even sure who to go first after this.
The dermatologist? My face is breaking out.
The dentist? Why am I having jaw pains?
The therapist? Probably. I might break again soon.
I’m tired of hearing you say I don’t pray. I pray. But it’s not always all the time that God answers people. The All-Knowing, All-Powerful is there, waiting. Watching. Probably. But I cannot rely solely on this presence to save myself from the madness I am becoming.
I have to fucking fight on my own.
How hard is this to understand?
