Crap, crap, crap. I just emailed you the most self-loathing rant I think I've ever written. I'm so sorry. I think this definitely goes against the email agreement we had. Crap. Stupid impulse control.

Will you forgive me? I'm really, really sorry. I just couldn't hold on to it. Couldn't think about it anymore. Couldn't see the words staring back at me.

Crap! What is wrong with me?