24 hours later and my dad is gone again. I feel sad that he's gone while happy that I have my privacy back. I never feel more Borderline than when I am with my dad. I become the epitome of I hate you... Don't leave me. Though I think hate is too strong of a word. Maybe disappointed.

The worst part is that I think I was thinking about my therapist more than ever because I could hear myself talking about him a lot. Explain that. Why do I keep trying to get my therapist to be my dad and then when my dad is right here I am not focused on him?

I am going to take a long nap...