Can't I just pretend I'm not home when my support worker (case worker is the wrong word, thanks TobiMac, lol) comes over for his weekly visit? I have hardly thought about the issues he brought up last time. I can't believe a week has passed. Time passes so quickly and aaaaaaaah. I just want to stay in bed and pretend I'm not here. Half of me is like, oh, he'll understand, he works with mental illness and he won't be pissed off if I were to do that. But specifically the last thing we talked about was that I had to make a bigger commitment to my recovery. And I'm not committed anymore! I haven't been committed since they switched case workers -- I mean support workers on me. I was making real progress with the last one, and this guy... He's too nice. The other girl was a real bitch. She got my ass into order. I really liked her. This guy, I don't really respect. We talk about art and books and it's nice, I haven't had conversations like that for years, but it has nothing to do with my recovery.
*puts phone on silent* I'm not heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerrreeeeeeee,,,,, FUCK. Pathetic.