It kinda went something like this:
She says: Why are you crying?
I think: Because I'm lonely and depressed.
I say: Because I like to.
She says: That doesn't sound normal.
I think: I've never really been normal, so what's the surprise?
I say: I think I have a problem. Like a disease or something.
She says: Like what?
I think: Depression. But you wouldn't know cause you've missed out on my whole past 5 years of life and it's all MY fault.
I say: I don't know. Maybe ADHD or something. Or maybe depression.
She says: Well maybe we could take you to a therapist sometime. Your cousins Julian and Nick go.
I think: Julian? But he's just a little kid! and you're too late anyways. Three years too late.
I say: I hate people.
She says: Hannah-
She walks away.
I slink into the kitchen and stick my face under the sink faucet and try to wash away my skin.