I just sat, in pink underwear that my butt was too big for, staring at the white door with the golden door knob. 'I feel really anxious, nervous, angry'. She laughed heartily at me. Not thinking anything of it. I played along. My hair was plait-less, clothes everywhere. There is stuff that needs to be done, but I have neither the energy nor the interest to do them. 'Talking to you is really draining', he said. I had apologized. He was right.