Through tears, I asked the therapist if it was too late to fix what’s wrong with me at this point. They said, “It’s not too late if you have the will to change”. Yeah look at me! I’m really enjoying it here. Who the hell would want to change if they were in my place! I mean, the reason why I’m still as messed up as could be up to this point is because I don’t have the will to change. My will is the problem, the only problem. If I don’t change things, it will be certainly be my will’s fault. But come on now! What was I expecting them to say anyway. It’s my problem if I’m over sensitive after all.