I hate my T tonight. It's been a year with him and I'm not getting better. We talk about nothing, even though I've presented him with a million issues. I am in there 2x a week for nothing. I hate every T I ever had. I don't usually get hateful, but tonight I am so damn frustrated. And tired, did I mention tired. I am not learning any freaking skills we haven't worked on ****. I know it's all my fault but right now I just hate him. I want to text him and tell him that, but I won't...that's not something that I am capable of. I can dream though...right? Maybe I will write a scathing email and then delete it. I hate myself, I can't be this way for another 40 years.