Therapy Log - Day Three

~translated from the Castillian~
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Today was another frustrating day. I had to use the shower in the Medlab, which has _no_ water pressure and is always too cold. I got to take a walk around Medlab, too. Exercise, they tell me.

Doctor Samson is still asking me about how I feel versus how I think other people feel. He's still not accepting the answer that I cannot tell him for sure because I cannot see them anymore. He tells me that this answer is inadequate and untrue, and that before my power manifested I could, and that I have simply forgotten.

He doesn't know anything about me.

This is startlingly similar to what Marie tells me. I think that she has been talking to Samson when I'm not present. About me. Ahhh, maybe not. That's too paranoid to consider.

Isn't it?

It has been so difficult to shake off this feeling of doom. Like it doesn't even matter, that everything I do is wrong and evil. That I should just ... go under.

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And my three feelings:

One: Amanda. I'm glad that she is doing well, and I hope to be permitted to see her again soon.
Two: Marie-Ange and her parents: I am ... jealous. And I do not understand why this is. But I seethe with it. It does not make any sense.
Three: Sarah's post about her ghosts: Sympathetic, understanding, and amused. It is nice to know that the things I see are correct.

~translated from the Castillian~