Dear Diary,
Kemper and I talked this afternoon and he wants me to see a therapist. He somehow knows how unwell I have been. He said he is really concerned and wants me happy.
I didn’t have the heart to tell him that I don’t even know what will make me happy. I have been wondering that for years.
He said he will pay for the sessions. He pays for everything and it makes me feel like shit!
Nick is here and they are downstairs in the garage. He seems nice and Kemper was really happy to see him.