Can I just be myself?

I won't forfeit my soul for a pretty penny;
Are you listening?
Do I make myself clear?

Today...
I woke up late.
Took my medication, late.
Talked to Tori, wrote with Laura and Alanah.
What I normally do.
And I cried, and my chest it itchy and so are my arms and legs.
What the heck, really.

Therapy tonight, it was good.
There was this ODE magazine, and the opening 'ode' Steve laughed and said I could write better than that. Then we were talking about school, and what career I want to pursue. Then I was saying how someone could actually think that each night they're dying (long story, this is where the session ended up though) and then each morning they're being reborn; and things they experienced before could be like deja vu. It was strange then I mentioned Stefanie, and I started to cry and I told him what was going on. Then he said it was the end of the session (seriously we were five minutes over time) and he was like, any last words?
"I'll die tonight and be born again tomorrow."