It’s Me (I Think)

My therapist is tired of hearing me complain. She wants me to finally take responsibility for my life, and admit the truth that everything is my fault.

It’s not her, or them, or you, or anybody…it’s me. It’s all me.

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It’s just…why does she get to come off so squeaky clean? Where do I sign up for her job…?

Just for today, I can listen to my shrink (sort of).