Dear T,

I see you tomorrow and I just don't want to.

I don't want to tell you I wanted to be beaten, and punished because I left the house a mess.

I don't want to tell you that I'm worried I studied the wrong thing.

I don't want to tell you that I keep freaking out about this essay, and the pain it causes me when I try to focus but my body doesn't want me to.

I don't want to tell you about me and my girlfriend, and how I'm dumb and make everything so awkward and feel that I'm letting her down as a girlfriend because I bail on her, or we're just really awkward when were together and she's the only one I really suck at when it comes to sex and I want to be better but I'm just a failure for her and I don't know how to tell her she should find someone safer for her, who can actually make her feel the way she deserves, both in bed and in life.

I don't want to tell you that I've been trying to have emotions again, but the only ones that seem to succeed are either anxiouse, or self defeating, or both.

I don't want to tell you, but I'm going to try. Why else do I pay you?

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Wow... It says a lot about a person when they don't want to put their BS on their T because it might stress them out/they don't want to sound like they're whining.... despite that being their Ts job.