Why am I dreading therapy tomorrow? I want to see him, but I don't want to speak with him. Ever again. I am not mad at him at all; I am just so tired of this.

Solitude is depressing, not because of the aloneness, but because of the exhaustion of examing my relationships and attempting to reconnect when I don't even understand what the hell is going on. Therefore, solitude is easier, and crudely interrupted by therapy.