my therapist has this thing she does where i'll tell her that something i'm doing isn't satisfactory for some reason. like. my apartment isn't clean enough. i don't remember tax season. i get parking tickets constantly.
she'll ask
and does that *bother* you?
all serious, as though she really wonders. and i'll say something akin to
of course it fucking does.
and then she drops the hammer
but not enough for you to *do* anything about it.
end conversation.
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i hate it when someone uses my own logic on me. makes me want to scream at them for no reason.
i wonder if that's how people feel about me? hm.
food for thought. so fucking glad it's friday tomorrow i can't even express it.
bonsoir.
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