jennifer lawrence looks like the kinda councillor you’d get after being on the nhs waiting list for 13 months only to discover that she doesnt care about your mental health and got the job because her ex who she desperately wants back likes the kinda person who cares about helping people so most of your counciling sessions are just her complaining about her ex’s new girlfriend and you want to stop going to sessions but your mother has threatened to kick you out of the house if you dont get help so you remorse everytime 1pm on a wednesday comes around because you have to listen to her complain about a man that after a few weeks you realise from various details she gives actually your uncle and all this time your therapist has unknowingly been venting to his niece so thats the final straw and you stop going to sessions but on your uncle’s wedding day she shows up and you greet her awkwardly because you’re stood outside smoking and she storms into the community centre and starts screaming alternating between death threats and cries for help until the police arrive and drag her out then for some reason everyone’s mad at you because you’re the family scapegoat and your ‘selfish feelings have ruined everything once again’ so you get kicked out of the house and move in with shady people you don’t know in a shit flat and sometimes you see her in aldi and you try to be nice because she must have been through some strange horrible shit but she just scowls at you and loads half a ton of blood oranges into her basket
thats what jennifer lawrence looks like
are you ok
are you okay
