I woke at 5:55 this morning and I don't have classes. My first thing today is therapy at noon.
This is the day I've been dreading. Last day in my group therapy program and last day with therapist whom I like.
So I was not so happy about the coming of today.
I am not relieved that it's Friday.
I don't know how to pull myself through this. Goodbyes are so fucking painful. Especially when I'm not the one to be pulling away.
I'm scared and sad and angry.
I need someone to hold me and love me and never let go.