I don't wanna go to T tomorrow. I don't, don't don't don't DON'T!

What's the point of going when she's leaving next week? Honestly?

Why not just hide in bed (or do schoolwork, which *is* productive) instead of going?

She can't make me feel any better about her going, as much as she can't make me feel any better about school stress and a few of my close friends up and graduating.

I feel like a kid. I don't want to go.

Why is the kid in me so difficult... yeesh.

Also don't want to see pdoc next week either. He annoyed me today in my psychotherapy group.

I want my OLD T BACK. I saw her ... last week? It was nice. I want to be in therapy with HER. She understands me more. But I can't, because I've tried to get back to see her... but she moved on too.

I hate this feeling of "abandonment". Such a nasty word.


Forgive my ranting, I just am not a very happy camper.