Why You Gittin’ All Up in My Grill?

I’m avoiding my therapist with excuses about shortages of cash when I’m really just so tired of the whole game. I sit there and talk about my feelings and emoticons towards Person X, and then she looks at me intently and says, “I really want to hear about Person X, but what I’d really like to know is…what are your feelings towards me.”

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And then she looks at me like Tony Soprano on trial and says, “I never said that…”

Yeah, but that’s what you meant, Bi-otch!

Just for today, I’m tired of therapy.