Ugh, T. I feel like a gross, needy human being. What right do I have to keep intruding on your life? I am not in crisis, so I just need to shut up and manage the week for myself without having to write you. I feel like a giant a-hole, and I am sorry. See I told you yesterday that I KNOW you will get sick of me, and YET I still wrote you an email after session because I sucked at coping. I hate me so much, T.