Dear G, I just don't know what to do with myself. It's 2 more days until I see you, and my anxiety is through the roof. If it wasn't pouring rain I would be down by the river all day walking. As it is, I can't focus on anything. I've started reading The God of Small Things by Arundhati Roy, and it is beautifully written, but I can't concentrate at all. I just want to read that letter to you and get it over with. I'm scared you might take it too seriously and reject me, and I'm scared you won't take it seriously enough. I really need you to take it seriously just enough to help me work through my transference issues, otherwise this is going to torture me for the rest of my life.