Starting to panic.
Why am I purposefully going to see a shrink?
I've a natural aversion to them.
Even the one I had when I was in juniors, in years four-six..
I never knew why I was scheduled to see her each week. But I wouldn't talk to her.
I just drew things on the board.
But now I'm actually going, of my own accord.
Panic panic.
Chest too tight. Room too warm.
Seriously fuckfuckfuck and it's two days away.
Fucking shit.. I don't want to, don't want. Can't sit and talk about myself. Can't certainly talk about things I've spent me life not thinking about.
I need a plan. A list. Something?
I refuse to be scared of anything (except wasps, and needles).
But... I am scared.
Most of all that I'll forget everything and just go "uh-duuuhhhh..."
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