Seventeen. It's 23 days away, just over three weeks.
By this point, most other people my age have a list ready for their parents, a birthday list of the things they'd like to recieve for the job of staying alive for 365 days since the last birthday.
Wanna see my list?
*Behavioural Therapy
*Door with a lock
*Headphones
No, you didn't misread that. Number one on my list is not *Money *Jeans *Cell Phone. It's Behavioural Therapy. Not an aquarium visit, not a shopping trip, but an appointment at a place where a stranger might be able to tell me why I don't want to live as much as I used to.
I have a good boyfriend. Good grades. Enough m