/lit/ - Literature

I mean, with my damn therapist I never said a word about rants. I never even said what I was thinking. Half the time i just nodded my head.
I’m pretty sure I feel like ranting all night to you, but I know i can’t since you are already in bed, sleeping.
I mean yes, you could have snuck over to my house tonight, well technically morning, and we could have just laid in my basement and talked about all of this. Instead, I guess I’ll be alone, again.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m thankful for the times we get to spend together. It’s just either my dad has his head up our asses and listens to our voice boxes or.. Well that’s it. No privacy for my words.