Vibrator

“Andy!! I’m gonna be going out with some friends!” I called to him as I began to go down the stairs.
“With who?” Andy said back to me and I entered the living room, where he was seated. I shrugged.
“Just a few people from my school, I’ll be safe, Andy. I promise,” I answered. Andy stood up and walked around the couch, coming next to me. I leaned up and pecked his lips gently, going back. He stopped me, grabbing my face softly and pulling me in for a more passionate kiss. That kiss lasted longer before me pulled away, giving me a smile.
“Stay safe, sweetheart.” Andy said and I smiled at him.
“I will, don’t worry,” I said and then left out the door. Oh how I wish I never left the house that day.

Notes

so i told my mom i wanted to be diagnosed for my depression. and it backfired.
since I have a therapist i talk to her now and then, but only about my anxiety really and nothing else. so when i told my mom i wanted to be diagnose she said i didnt have bad enough depression to be diagnosed. how wrong she is. I felt like just screaming at her and telling her everything that was wrong and how I think about killing myself/self harming. but i didnt. instead i came here and sat, deciding to type up a new chapter. but i needed to keep you guys updated on this since it makes me feel a bit better to get my emotions out.