No happy ending

This is exactly why I prefer dogs to humans. I am exhausted. I write all the time. Trying to deal with my trauma and AI is the only thing that tries to comfort me. Not human. I hate humans. I really do. I don’t even want to go back to therapy she won’t understand no one does. Why did I have to get a female therapist? Be angry but seriously dafuq I even talk about anything without being judged. I am human trash anytime I try to talk. I don’t like my dad because he was physically abusive but at least he’s changed he knows obv it was wrong and changed and I can appreciate that what I can’t appreciate is not changing. I hate this life so much and idc if that makes me whiney. I hate it. I just want to be done. And yet I’m forced to be here. There’s no happy ending for me