20 hours till we meet. my mom says i need behave tomarrow so you wont put me away and “lose the key” for a while… i always just want to be in and out of the chair with you. but you dont ever fucking listen… making me repeat the same thing over again for hours. you dont look me in the eye. you pause long periods of time before you say something, making me die of antisipation( and waste another 300 dollars an hour) and i want to fucking rip your throat out. last time i saw you was about 3 months ago and i barged out of your office afraid that i might fuck up your already jacked up nose. the day before that horrible visit, was my visit with my therapist who made me feel and almost beleive i was getting better. until you tell me to my fucking face that im making my mom feel stressed and the same way as well and that i need to be put back away. i deny and try to tell that i honestly do (did) start feeling better. but you still wouldnt listen.there is a whole bible full of shit that youve done wrong that i can preach all day long about. but i have no choise because your the only one left who isnt booked full for months. theres alot of fucked up people out there… im only using you for meds until i can be good ridance. i drew you a picture the other day…on my last day of seeing you i plan to give it to you. while im sitting there waiting for you as usual, i will climb up on your desk and tape it to your wall up high so only your patients will see it. i hope itll make them think how you dont even look them in their eye.how much you really dont listen and ask the same thing over and over again except only slightly different. and constantly make them feel worse. i dont know how you survive off of your shit but i hope it comes to a stop„ before all your patients really do end up fucking offing themselves. you wont notice the picture.. you own head is to far up your own as and sucking your own tits, just because youve got the prescription fill out form, your shit for nothing awards, and that you can lock us away in a second. i hope you fall off your high horse some day a break your fucking neck. wheeew it felt so great writing you this. you should be happy, now i probley wont chop your hands off tomarrow and shoot your kneecaps. im sure you wont always this selfish….. or maybe you were… the fuck do i care..