Legs crossed and chubby as ever, she taps her pen on her notepad, watching me with a waiting smile that's somehow a lot more pressure than any of the words I thought she'd have for me. Managing glances at her is the most I can manage right now, my feet's fidgetting won't stop and my hands might need a wipe with all this sweat.
The multicoloured room feels smaller today, a lot more...closing in than usual. It's suffocating, much like every other thing I've been going through. I should say that, that sounds like something she'd want to hear.
Well, maybe want is too strong a word but the tapping certainly means she waiting for me to say something. I should give her something.
Not like there's a lack of problems to talk about either.
But that's not the issue here, no, it's something else. With all that's going on and the past two sessions centred around those things I thought we'd forgotten about...annoying things.