Dear t,

I saw something about Bill Cosby the other day. On a separate note I'm a little frustrated with seeing you. So I ended up writing in my journal "If Bill Cosby is a rapist, how do I know t is not?". I'm sorry, I should trust you more than that. I just kind of feel like everyone is out to get me, even you. But you're not, right? I'll probably ask you if you are out to get me or not when I see you. I know you'll say of course not but I need to ask you anyway. I'm sorry, I probably just gave you one of the biggest insults possible, saying you could possibly be a rapist. I'd kill me if I was you but I know you won't. I feel like I shouldn't tell you this so you don't feel hurt but at the same time I think you need to know how little I still trust you. Once again, I'm sorry.