Choke

My dad is pushing me back into therapy. He cant make me. I wont go. I dont need to go. I think its so ironic that this is the first time that I am starting to feel healthy, or if not healthy, more like the real Lilith...he thinks there's somthing wrong. Which of course there is. There is so much fucking wrong. But nothing that could be helped by sitting and divulging anything to a complete stranger.

I will not go back. I will not serve.