I have a chihuahua. He is utterly devoted to me, as I am to him, and his presence is very soothing for me.
I am really anxious about my session tomorrow. I already had one outburst over text... I think I'm trying to push the therapist away. I can't seem to help myself. I should probably warn her that my demeanor will likely come off as if I'm mad at her or something when I'm not.
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Life is hard. Then you die. Then they throw dirt in your face.
-David Gerrold
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