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i read what i wrote him. cringe. cringe. i can't believe i sent that. cringe.

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I never reread anything I write. That's why I have a lot of trouble bringing it into T and letting him hear it. It makes me cringe so bad. I brought in 8 pages yesterday. He asked me if I wanted to leave them for him. I said I wasn't ready to do that yet because it contained a lot of harsh words about him.

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he hasn't written back. i'm sure he is sick of me already. why hasn't he written back already??? i know i'm being an impatient irrational spoiled little brat but why hasn't he written back already? hate him. he has forgotten about me i bet

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Have to laugh here, not at you, but at the fact that our situations are so similar... called T at 8 last night.... left a message about wanting to come in on Friday... Hasn't called me back yet. Hating him again. Feel like he's letting me stew in the agony of calling and asking for something. When he calls back, I am not picking up the phone. I would rather jump into a pit of alligators than talk to him right now. I just want to hear the message of whether he can see me on Friday or not.

I hope you hear from your T soon.