It's embarrassing when you're in therapy and end up in a transference situation and every denial is repeated again and again.
It exasperates pain rather than alleviating it.
there are two choosers in that room. She should not have chosen me if she wasn't willing to reach toward me.
It's about a fear of rejection.
I have talked about yhis until I'm blue in the face.
I hope I die.
I ****ing wish I was never born.

No one and I mean no one better ever need me the way they've made me need them.
Giving an embrace which is human, and reserving it solely for attractive people and seemingly dangling it in front of my face is like showing me what I can't have.

why not dance in front of people who are in wheelchairs and all the while saying don't you wish you could have this much fun.
how hard is that for a f****** therapist to understand?