I can't do this anymore. I can't, I can't, I CAN'T.

I hate myself more after therapy session than before. I suck at being a person. I can't handle it.

I think T hates me. I think T thinks I am pathetic. I think T wishes I would go away. None of it is logical. The logical part of me knows that T does not feel that way. But Logic rarely rules here.

I know I feel all those things about myself. I feel like I could crawl out of my own skin right now.