Dear T

I just got your mail about some adminstration things. You wished me fun on my trip. That's nice, but you should know I don't have fun. I feel indifference with most things. This trip will be the same as the last one. I would just wish I was home again. I don't know why I even planned this trip. I should plan things like these if I will just feel nothing. No enthousiame.
And why didn't you ask me how I was doing? Especially after last Thursday. What I told you. I'm beginning to doubt if you understand how I feel. You understood my problems with social anxiety so good. No T before you ever did. But with this depression.. I don't think you understand how I feel. Maybe you can't if you haven't had depression yourself?
I really feel like mailing you back to say that you can leave it and that I quit.