Dear stupid and useless diary,

I'm only writing in you because the idiot of my therapist said so, I need to remind the cricket that he got his PhD from a curse. I don't remember why he suggested it on the first place, the conversation is foggy, the only thing I remember from it is 'blah blah blah diary blah blah blah therapy blah blah blah Regina!' he had the nerve of scolding me just because i wasn't paying attention to him, I'm not going to deny that the therapy sessions are actually working but at times I just space off in whatever it is that he's saying.

Anyway, I find this useless and tedious but I'll give it a try, see you tomorrow.

With all my hate,

Regina