Waiting for my therapist. …

I am falling apart,  I cried all the way here and am barely holding it together here in the waiting room.
Seems everything around me is falling apart. What’s the point anymore. …all these rollercoaster’s. I knew I’d crash hard, especially from you. And now your turning it around as though you will give me a choice. I want to chose sleep. Sleep like I wanted before.  I hate life anyway,  one failer, to the next break up, to the next loss, to the next disapproving person.  Sums it up right. I’ll never win.

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