I am so f*@+cking angry with your whole profession right now. It seriously feels like a con, and you are all con artists. I want to turn my back and walk away forever.

Old T, you opened the door into this secretive, manipulative world six years ago and beckoned me in with a luring smile and eyes that on the surface showed care and compassion and help. I now feel stupid because I was fooled. Not straight away, but over the course of a few months I allowed you to convince me that things could be different. That people could care. Well, I should have known better. You don't care, any more than I care about my hairdresser. It's all words. It's all just ****ing words.

When it really comes down to it, I have always been, and will always continue to be, the only one who gives a **** about me, and I need to go back to that right now. I need go go back to that place and I need to remember not to trust any of you. It's all just words.