[The Kira]

So, I finaly agreed to see a therapist. I thought it would be me, her and my mother and father in a room. But it was just me and her. I thought it would be tense and all, but it was comforting. We talked for hours and hours... I told her about my nightmares and poetry, even read her some of the ones I knew by heart. Also I had my teddy bear with me and she asked why I brought him and started this whole thing about asking about him. She said that I was interactive and shit. I atually really liked her and now I have to see her every other day for two hours...
But when we got home my mom was looking over papers she gave her and I looked too when my mom was not there. And now I dont want to see her again. She diagnosed me with about a million things, including bipolar dissorder. How could she have diagnosed after one appointment?

She diagnosed me with a thousand phobias too... I dont wanna go again...