Dear T,

I really don't know if I can see you again. I'm so exposed sitting in that chair, with your eyes piercing through me. I can't hide anymore. I can't act.

I don't want to talk about me anymore, I don't want to be examined, because under all the superficial, I fear there is absolutely nothing. I am zero.

Truth is I just want to keep the meds to keep me sedated, so I can play the game of life, and keep away from knowing/understanding too much. I'm sure I can get them from another T.

I'm sorry.

LB