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I don't trust my T. That isn't his fault, but I've only known him since the end of June.
I try my best to tell him the things that I would tell him if I did trust him - and he's always been quite good with that. But it terrifies me and in some ways makes it harder to trust him, because he knows so much about me. But each week when he doesn't say that he can't work with me, it also reinforces the fact that I can trust him if I could learn to open up and actually let people in.
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"The time has come, the Walrus said, to talk of many things. Of shoes, of ships, of sealing wax, of cabbages, of kings! Of why the sea is boiling hot, of whether pigs have wings..."
"I have a problem with low self-esteem. Which is really ridiculous when you consider how amazing I am.
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