Posted by jammerlich on October 31, 2006, at 13:25:00
I just can't. There is no way I can keep going to T if every day is like this one. F*ck all of this. I don't want it. I can't stand the way I feel. I'm spacey, can't concentrate, can hardly breathe and it seems like I'm typing with logs instead of fingers. I think I might pass out and I hope I do. It really wouldn't be so bad. Nope, not at all.
She was nice enough, but I just wanted her to know. I don't want to freaking talk about it every week and I think that's her plan. She said, towards the end, that if things happened during the week I should let her know before we dive into this other stuff each week!!!! NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!
Everything is in an uproar. Bad, bad, bad....mistake, mistake, mistake. SHE WILL HURT YOU. She did it before and she will do it again. I told her I was afraid I'd do "it" all wrong. She said there were no right and wrong ways; no grades. That's got to be the biggest bunch of b*llshit I have ever heard. There most certainly ARE grades; two of them: 'see you next week' and 'I'm sorry, but you can't come back.'
Call me a failure or whatever you want; but, I'm not going back. I'm just not.
poster:jammerlich
thread:699329
URL: http://www.dr-bob.org/babble/psycho/20061026/msgs/699329.html