So, I had to see a psychiatrist for a year, and I had a lot of "assignments." Like, every week I had to do an "assignment" to get "better." I'm going to copy two of them here. Keep in mind, I wasn't 12. This was like 3 years ago.
Assignment: Write an essay that describes the way you feel about your father.
FRANK'S FATHER DIDN'T LEAVE HIS HOUSE FOR THE LAST FIVE YEARS OF HIS LIFE. HE SAT ON A COUCH DRINKING FOR FIVE YEARS AND FORGOT TO GO OUTSIDE UNTIL HE DIED.
I TALKED TO FRANK TODAY. HIS FAMILY WENT TO AFRICA FOR A SAFARI AND TOOK ALL HIS CREDIT CARDS.
Assignment: Write a letter to someone who's important to you.
You are a sexy, sensitive, 90s badass. I wrote this poem for you because I want you to know you are important to me:
Where you going with that gun in your hand
I want to be your man
But I'm a girl
Please don't hurl
When you read this
I heard you're an alcoholic
I can't fucking believe that, lol. Like...talk about fucking bad baby, lol. Joe is this guy that took breaks at work the same time I did, and we like, smoked cigarettes 1o feet away from each other going to excruciating length to avoid eye contact and "small talk."