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Dear therapist,
It was mandatory to see you after I threw a chair at my teacher. You were my Elementary School punishment.
I told you from the start that I had nothing to tell you and would refuse everything. I did. I kept my word.
You had to release me with failure to participate and told me I should keep a journal of any thoughts I have during the day that other people may find troubling. You told me to keep those thoughts to myself.
I am an adult now. I learned that the final way to spite you is to journal my thoughts and share them with the world. Here’s one final fuck you.


Sincerely yours,
Me