...he did not read it. i feel so fucking abandoned and feel like a piece of shit.

A back story. 

My psych is a writer. He wrote several books about mental health and came out with a novel this year. He was interested 🥴 to read my stories. I felt really insecure about my writing but I thought hey, let's give it a try. One day, I brought one of my short stories and gave it to him. He said he would read it and let me know about it. I believe he brought it home but in our next session (a month after) he told me he didn't have the chance to read like wtf man....I kept my cool and said it's ok but on my way home I cried and felt like harming myself but thank god i didnt. Gosh, fuck borderline man. 🖕🏾