just had a very unproductive conversation with my mom and now all she knows is that something is wrong with me but she doesn’t know what it is and I probably just freaked her out haha i hate myself

me: i think it’d be good to go to….

mom: go to what? counseling?

me: um, yeah.

mom: why?

me: uh…

mom: is something wrong?

me: um… no…

mom: well they’re gonna need me to tell them what’s wrong with you if i make an appointment so you have to tell me.

me: oh… okay… nevermind.