... Or my suffering will do it someday.
Not going to my therapist tomorrow.
Our meetings kinda suck, I just CAN'T see her face anymore, I really don't wanna tell her anything at all. Not anymore.
So why should I go there?
I think if I'd tell her about all the things in my head, she'd think I'm crazy and send me to psychiatry immediately, just like she always does. Or at least she tries to.
So... fuck that shit!