Is saying “I want a psychiatrist.” not serious enough?
Or is it that you don’t actually care for me as much as you’ve always been saying?

I’m so done and there is so much going on.
Too much, actually.
Too much for me to handle.
And I opened up to you twice.
Is that still not enough?
Or that you don’t think I’m being serious?

I told you that I don’t feel safe enough to talk to you about everything.
I specifically said it.
But still.
Is it still not serious enough for you?

I actually planned on going myself.
I’ve always been planning.
Just waiting for some free period which never existed for some reasons.
I thought you’ve been in this field before.
I thought you could finally help me with something I asked for.
And not just something you forced me to accept whatever help you wanted to give.
So I told you.
I guess it’s still not enough for you to take it seriously.

You know what I think every single night when I couldn’t get myself to do anything productive, not even going to sleep early, and just sitting there letting time flies hoping everything could just gone so I won’t have to be having all these thoughts again?
“I could really use a wish right now.”
Just a wish is enough.
Yeah.
One is enough.