I hate you for being away this week. I need support, and since you are the only loopy old bat who appears to understand my incompatibility with other humans, I want to speak to you. Tonight and tomorrow are hellish, nightmares in my waking hours. I need you!! Memories of your stupid words and half-arsed sentiments are no good to me. I need you. I am furious that you have left me to deal with life and people in this way. I am a stupid baby in a woman's body. Well, whatever. I will drink myself sick and that will serve everyone right, including you when I berate you in our next session for leaving me. If there is a next session, I might rage quit again. Ha, then you'll be sorry*.

*of course you won't. You will breathe a sigh or relief and that makes this all the more infuriating.