I used to pay attention to what everyone would think about me. Actually, it’s been a long time since I’m suffering for that. I am June, I’m 25 years old and I don’t know why I’m here talking to a psychologist.
Maybe I know. But I couldn’t confess. Like I’ve done in all of my life, I will hide this one little thing.Oh! Look at the birds! They are so beautiful!
– Can you please pay attention on our conversation?
I’m sorry. Sometimes I don’t pay attention to what people say because I always thought that they could say bad things about me, the way I dress, the way I sound funny. I don’t thing fun is a bad thing, isn’t?
But, wait a minute. Now I look back and think: who cares if I talk to the birds, or maybe dream of something truly real that won’t ever realize?
Okay. I’m not being crazy. I’m just confused, like I’ve been in all my life. But, you wanna know something? I don’t think I need this therapy anymore. Because for the first time in my life, I can see that the only thing, the only one I needed was me.