Dear t,

I'm sorry I didn't share the poetry I wrote with you. You didn't seem upset but I feel like keeping things from you is only hurting me. I was doing better when I was with my old t and I told her everything. I felt I had no privacy but I did feel better. You seem to think I have the right to privacy which I do but it seems I can't handle being alone with my thoughts so maybe I'll just tell you eventually.