I don't want to leave the room. I don't want to hang out with her. I don't want to see her all day. She's just a professional. Like a hairdresser or whatever. She serves a purpose and I pay for her expertise. That's it.

I still think she has ulterior motives and thinks the way I think is wrong. She wants me to have emotions I don't have. She thinks I should feel shame or something, when I don't. I think she thinks I'm sort of a horrible person.

Also, I think she's afraid of me. Truly afraid. And no one has ever been afraid of me before in that way. Which I guess is my fault for telling her my truths.

Whatever. Now I hate her. ****.