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I took a nap and when I awoke called the clinic, no word from Mary. Then I felt the same miserable anger and depression. This is what bothers me most. Not that she's out, even, but that I don't know anything until the last minute. You know...they call me the day before or same day. I can't plan anything. I wish I could give up therapy altogether, but I tried doing that during the early spring and it all devastated into a breakdown. I'm just so angry, so angry.
Fu*k it. I'm going to put some music on, stretch, and put my skates on.
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