Dear T,
I asked if you were sick of me yet. You, thankfully, said that you were still here and that you weren't going anywhere. Bless you for that. I hope that turns out to be true. I don't trust people anymore. What if I f### up so bad again that I lose you too. I know I didn't lose you last time, but maybe, someday. I guess I worry that one day you will see how hopeless I am and a waste of time and space. Sometimes I feel like I don't even have a right to breathe. But thank you. Thank you for not giving up on me yet.