Sometimes I think you talk to me like you think I'm a healthy well rounded individual who can take it, or who should know better. But underneath the politeness and the decent intellect, I'm very damaged. I know my feelings aren't always rational. Don't think I don't know that. But I have needed you to accept me how I am, with my vulnerabilites and weaknesses, and help fix me, with care and sensitivity and encouragement and support and... patience. I need a cheerleader. You used to be my cheerleader.