13 hours to go to our last session. Ok you said it's only temporarily. But I can't be sure about you coming back until you are actually back. 5 months... It's such a long time. A time in which will happen a brunch of difficult stuff.
I need you.
I want you as my T.
I don't want to say goodbye.
I hate you.

I have no idea what I want to do tomorrow. I don't really care. Whatever we will do, nothing would make this less hard.
If you would give me a hug, that would be enough. It won't make things easier, but I want a hug. Though I just remembered you have that belly and I don't want any part of my body to touch that.

I hate you.

I want to just not show up.

I want to quit therapy. I want to never see a therapist again. They're not good for you.