when i gave her the note i put my head down she unraveled the bins in it, and started readin it, she said we'd talked baout that last week about my sexual problems thats al she said i wrote about jealousy to and communication with her but she didnt mention it.

i thought she'd smile and say good you wonna get better and are trying hard
and then she'd give me a notepad and i'd write her a poem telling her how down i was
i broken down the whole session she gave me tissues i pretened she'd hug me but t's cant do that for some reasno
so 1 day i will have a friend who isnt a t who will hug me and let me cry
and i will thank them

i wont have to talk alone no more either
i will be ther friends to buy them gifs and wiret them a poem
i like written poems alot
my t says mi good
but
i dont think so
my t in my dream was so good she help me
in real life i dunno it s hard
well i ramble o much ill go