Dear T, There was something I was going to show you last week but I wasn't in the right place to be able to do it. Something I found on the internet that relates to something that happened when I was little. It will be really hard to show you. It makes me feel dirty and ashamed and wrong. I've been having other little memories about things that mean something to me but I afraid you'll think I'm pathetic and dramatic and that these things don't mean anything.