Yeah, I might be losing it. I am getting pissed at waves.

I am sitting on a rock.

My name is Adam, I am sitting on a rock and for a lack of a cooler title I am a time traveler.

The waves were soothing at first but now they feel like they’re mocking me.

The waves were soothing at first but now they feel like they’re mocking me.

 I liked Ms. Beverly a lot.  She was someone I could talk to about my worrying, my nightmares.  She taught me relaxation techniques, breathing tricks with a paper bag—for when I’m having anxiety attacks.  I thought she cared. Unfortunately, one afternoon I told her that I loved her and she calmly put down her pencil and told me that it was inappropriate for a boy to become overly attached to his therapist.  She referred me to Ms. Wendy the next week. Just like that, she didn’t want to see me anymore.