You're my counselor, you're suppose to help.

So explain to me why you made my life even more of a hell.

You said to me "It has nothing to deal with you."

This is my life!

And not only did you defend the person destroying it, but you helped.

That girl, she's the reason for those nights I spent crying and the reason I've came so close to taking my own life.

But you're both right, she's the victim.

And don't worry about me, my father came home and yelled when you left the voicemail saying you thought I was "suicidal".

Not a damn person came to help me, but keep checking on her, though I'm sure she's fine.

Thanks a lot dear school staff of mine.