January 9, 2013 Wednesday 10:37 PM
why am I going to therapy? I don't need it. Why did I ask for it?
I feel so guilty and sad and upset, and here I am, knowing there is not one thing wrong with me except for... except for what?
I have no idea.
Except for that I was holding out for this appointment.
All I can think about is the guy, sitting with his crossed legs looking at me over the rims of his glasses, I can imagine him thinking "She's an attention seeker" or "Nothing's wrong with her"
All I wanted.
All i wanted was to feel more like me. I know I'm fortunate and lucky.... Don't think I forget.
All I really wanted was to know why.