Dear t,

I don't feel good enough. I wish I was dead, I don't deserve to live. I did something bad but I'm scared to tell you because I'm afraid you'll think I'm stupid sl*t. I'm afraid you'll laugh and point and at and call me terrible names. Not that you have done this in the past, but I did have a t laugh at me once and I'm kind of afraid if you knew you'd laugh too. I'm sorry, I'm stupid. You said you enjoy our sessions but I don't believe you. Maybe I'll tell you some of this today and maybe I won't but I hope I do. I also feel like a disgrace to humanity.