Capítulo 77: Meeting My New Therapist, Loco

{ARMANDO}

You know when you are looking at someone, and you can bet on your life that they are judging you or slowly murdering you in their heads?

Yeah. That is the feeling I have right now with my dad.

Why do I say as if the feeling is new?

I always feel this way when it comes to him,  the only difference now is that I care?

I don't care because he is staring at me that way. No.

I care because the way the therapist left yesterday, she looked happy and seemed like she got whatever she was there for. And the way my dad is looking at me at the moment is not helping at all.

I feel insecure.

And let me tell you, there is nothing bad like feeling insecure and combining it with the fact that you didn't sleep. It is the worst combination ever.