I'm so glad I went to my therapy appointment today. But I'm shocked and saddened that she's not going to be coming back next year. I'm definitely grown emotionally attached to my therapist---she may not be the most helpful person in the world, but she's so compassionate and caring and does make really great points sometimes. She helped me get through a lot of shit, and helped me to come out of it all so much stronger and with flying colors.
This is why I wish I could never get attached to anyone, 'cuz they always just end up leaving or vanishing. Well not always, but so often. 
Now I'm kicking myself that I hadn't gone for a few weeks and just came back today.
And now (for the third time in a row) a professor wants to meet with me without really saying why. I assume it's because of that write up I did awhile back that he wanted to ask about. He asked on the paper, "What were you reading?" I did not do anything wrong and that's a fact. I merely used this website that assisted me that I was perusing that I found interesting---it was a website about World Religions in general and I found a section of Hadiths and I picked out a couple that truly struck a chord with me and quoted them in my write up. I used quotations and said where I found them and all. Then interpreted them in my own unique way.
I don't understand. I am going to be very charming and frank and well after all the meetings with my English professor and advisor that they requested ended up going rather wonderfully, and I totally made it out of them alive.
I just hate not knowing. I don't need this suspense. I pray I make it out alive this year with grades I am content with and a sane mindset.