Wherever you are, whatever you're doing, I hope you're having a good time. You know I love you even though sometimes I act like I hate you.

Thank you for not agreeing to help me stop therapy. Had you agreed, I don't know what would have happened. I would spend all of Xmas and New Year's crying, at the very least. It's ironic. I know you want me to cry, to get in touch with the sadness I've buried. But the only way to really make me cry is for you to not stop me when I tell you I want to leave. As soon as I saw that you wanted me to stay, I stopped wanting to cry. Everything is okay again, more or less.

As I said, you have the power to make me cry. You have the power to break me. But how will you do it? How are you going to do it without destroying me in the process?