Your therapist is sitting in the chair across from you. The room is quiet besides the occasional groan or huff of annoyance she makes while quickly going over the notes from your last session

When the notebook is clumsily tossed to the side, she folds her arms and stares blankly at you, definitely irritated by your presence in her office

"You're the whiniest patient I have." She scoffs

"What could you possibly have to bitch about now? I doubt it's even important."