Dear T

Today we were talking about me making my own truth and about opinions and such. You said that I think all kinds of ugly things about myself and that I see that as THE truth, but you don't think those things about me at all. You don't agree with my opinion about myself. And that... that suprises me. It hard to believe you don't think I'm ugly or fat or dumb or wortless or whatever. And I think you're wrong. You know a lot about me, you have seen me in very bad states. But if you would really know me, and I mean really, everything about me, all my ugly thoughts, then you would change your mind. Then you wouldn't even want to see me.