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“And how does that make you feel?”
From his spot on his therapist’s couch, Carter shrugged. “Apathetic?”
“Are you asking me? Or telling me?”
“Asking?” Realizing his tone, Carter groaned, dropping his head back on the couch. “I’m telling you. I’m telling you that I have no feelings toward that someone who thought, ‘hmmm, I should record this clearly emotional ball of mess and post it on social media for the world to see with no consideration of the actual person’.”
“An-
“Okay!" he interrupted. "So, maybe I’m not apathetic to it.” He sat back up to look at his therapist. “There may be some anger tied to the whole thing…”
“Some a-
“Fine! More than some!" Carter jumped to his feet and began pacing. "I’m upset that my breakdown has been immortalized without my permission! I don’t care that the OP wrote about the injustices in America and whatever! My breakdown is my breakdown. Not something to be sensationalized or shared with the world!”
His therapist pushed over the tissue box.
“But,” he said with less anger as he reached for a tissue, sinking back into his seat. “I’m also glad that people are seeing the truth...my truth.”