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All therapized up. It went okay. I talked about mum, and the last week, and while she didn't tell me anything I didn't already know, and certainly nothing Liza and Meghan haven't been telling me, it never hurts to be told again. I wish I could have some time to focus on one crisis. I can't deal with a new family disaster and my academics and pater, not all at once. I don't think I can even be expected to.

Also, I hate extroverts. Will they please fuck off and leave me alone, because last night I had to waste an hour telling people no, I do not want to go out, thank you, I am wearing pyjamas, I am exhausted, I want to sleep, no really. This was after I had nearly cracked my jaw, yawning, and decided that to curl up in bed was the better part of valor. I could fucking kill them, except that wouldn't be fair. They can't help it. They don't, and are not going to, get it.

I both want therapy to go faster, because I have no patience whatsoever, and because I would like to just be done feeling like this, or at least know why I feel like this, and want never to go back, because if I go back, it'll go on working, and it's not going to be fun, and have I ever mentioned I'm the world's biggest emotional coward? *breathes*

Reposted from LJ, 20 March 2009
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