When you see blue I'll see red, When you see sunshine I'll see rain, When you're happy I'm sad, When you're sane... I'm not. Am I insane because I see things differently? Am I insane because I am different? What makes a person truly insane? because in my head I'm not insane I'm perfectly normal.They say believe the people you trust they'll tell you the truth but I don't think I have such people in my life. They all tell lies, they tell lies to the neighbors, they tell lies to their friends,they tell lies to my therapist they even tell lies to me. So how can I trust or believe such people?my therapist says that I've got to trust the process. What process is she talking about? because nothing ever changes it all just stays the same and I can't take it anymore. I've had the same therapist for two years now and she tells me things like, "You need to do things differently, think differently and feel differently Heather"but how can I do all those things with the same people, the same lies and the same therapist. Nothing ever changes if nothing ever changes.

"How are you today, Heather?" Rebecca my therapist asks smilingly. I lick my dry lips and look out of the window that faces the park. Children are playing with their friends and mothers with babies talk to other mothers probably about their kids and their happy little married life's. I sigh and look at Rebecca who is still waiting for a reply. Why do you bother asking that, you know I always give the same answer and then we do the same pointless things, I say looking at her. Rebecca's smile doesn't leave her face and it is starting to irrated me it's like she's mocking me, mocking me for being who I am and because I'm here. I wish I could just shake her and the rest of them and scream saying, I'm fine! I'm not insane! You're all insane but I'm fine! "We will repeat everything, everyday until you decide to cooperate," Rebecca says.I inhale a deep breath and brush my hair out of my face while saying, We've been doing this for two years aren't you bored by now don't you have somewhere to be or something to do?Don't you have a life? She stands up and walks towards the window and says, "Heather I'm just here to-" Don't! I shout half standing up, Don't you dare say you're just here to help me, haven't you helped enough! I grab my bag and head for the door but before I can leave the room Rebecca says, "You're making this difficult for yourself, you're making this difficult for us all." I roll my eyes and look back at her saying, If we're all in this then why am I the only one coming to therapy? Why aren't they all here? I shake my head, open the door while saying, Some sort of support hey!

On my way out I get weird looks from the people sitting in the waiting room. They must have heard everything and I really don't care it's not the first time I've been publicly embarrassed. I simply walk fast to the exit and push the doors of the building open unable to bare the stares of the people in the waiting room.When I'm outside the rush of fresh air enters my lungs and hits the side of my face this makes me realize that my face has turned warm from anger.At the moment I feel like screaming my lungs out I'm just so irrated right now. Can't she see I clearly don't want and need her help she's just like the others agh they're all the same. I kick the air and start to practically run down the steps, this causes me to bump and fall into someone.The body slams into mine and we both roll on the lawn until I land on the person. My hair covers my face and I can't see who just bumped into me. I quickly brush my hair out of my face and when I do I stare into a pair of dark brown eyes almost black.Frowning I quickly pull myself up but the boy I just bumped into moves his foot and I trip again. This time I'm so irrated and angry I could punch his eyeballs out.