Last night I got a call from my therapists office while I was driving, and didn't answer it. I called back later when I got home... Apparently I could have had an appointment next week, but it was filled by then. I know this shouldn't bother me but I feel so frustrated and impatient about all of this.

I'm in an a bad mood today. I'm not looking forward to the weekend. I hate going to work, but I hate being at home too. I feel like I'm always waiting for the next thing... End of day so I can go home, bedtime so I can go to bed, morning so I can wake up, over and over, every day, every year. When does this all end?