I'm so angry at my T for leaving me. I loved him so much. I still do. I want him to love me back. (just be my friend; not be a romantic partner or anything). I'm scared at having to face seeing him again next week, knowing that if I don't act the right way he'll reject me again (and I'm frustrated because I don't know what the right way is!).

I'm angry and frustrated at the whole therapy process --that everyone seems to be asking me to do something physically impossible which is to talk openly and honestly about very intimate things in my life to a complete stranger and yet somehow remember that that stranger is just doing a job and is not actually a friend and I'm NOT supposed to fall in love with them.

I'm angry and frustrated at myself for not being able to work in the right way, for not being able to be normal and not have such intense emotions. I'm hurt and frustrated that I'm not making progress and not being who everyone wants me to be, not being able to shut down my feelings and not let the world affect me so much.

I'm mad at myself for not writing, not doing more with my life and for letting my career go down the drain. I hate myself for having such an empty meaningless life and not doing anything about it. I hate it I hate it I hate it!!
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