If I were to act in this moment, T, in anger, I'd say f uck you, I'm never coming back. Who ARE you? You knew what I wanted to talk about today, you admitted as such, but you kept steering me toward a topic that was not even remotely close. Halfway through I just shut down, and I think you knew it. I wanted to cry then, just like I want to cry now. F uck me for not saying anything. Why am I such a f ucking coward?