On my days off I leave my apartment
explore the city or grab coffee with a friend.
The grocery stores here don’t make my hands sweat.
I haven’t had the urge since I moved.
I know who to call if I’m feeling sad.
No, I haven’t even thought of it.
I hurt myself once in high school, but not since.
I have enough money to make it.
I’m not nervous about moving.
Yes, I ate dinner.
I run five miles because I like it.
I only hurt myself the one time
in middle school, but that’s it.
No, sex never scares me.
I can tell my mom anything.
I don’t really feel sad, I guess.
I don’t care.
I don’t need her.
I never fight with my girlfriend.
Yeah, I must’ve been.
It was kind of an accident.
Everyone in seventh grade.
I’m friends with everyone.
I know what that means.
No, I didn’t read that in a book.
I like having two bedrooms cause I have lots of toys.
Yes, I understand why I’m here.
- Miles Walser, “Lies I’ve Told my Therapists, in Reverse Chronological Order", excerpt from “A Triptych of Anxiety"
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