I had a Therapy appointment today, along with group Therapy and I don't understand myself. My Therapist asked me how I was doing, I think she even asked how my weekend went or something like that and I said "fine." I said I was fine! I'm NOT FINE!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm sitting here with all this hurt, all this pain inside; having all these thoughts. And I told her I'm fine, like an idiot! I must of did good faking it, because she believed it. At least she acted as though she believed it, I don't know. I hated group therapy, I don't want to go back. I started to get mad and I just wanted to run out of there!!! Why couldn't I just be honest and tell my Therapist how I'm feeling? Why couldn't I tell her the truth. I know why, because everyone always leaves me; everyone always tells me I'm hopeless and I'll be damned if she tells me the same thing!
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