I had my first new session today.
I hate therapy. I hate letting everything out. There are just things I don't like to talk about.
She was really nice, though. The therapist, I mean. She listened and it didn't feel like she was judging me. It was a good thing, though, even if I wasn't really comfortable with it.
The other people waiting, though...I swear they were whispering about me on my way out. The Boyfriend says I'm just anxious and depressed and that's affecting my view of others. He's probably right.
Otherwise the week's going great, though. I'm nervous about all those papers I turned in, though. Especially since I have like three more due on Monday.
Some days it does not pay to be a senior in rhet.