You made me feel like I was worth something and told me that I wasn't "just" the sad girl You let me rage and attack you without ever snapping at me or turning nasty.We joked about your hair and talked about Macbeth in our last session. You said that you were here for me and I knew that you cared.

But I ran because I could. I couldn't stand your kindness or the way you looked at me. The sexual fantasy I briefly mentioned then clammed up about, after I talked about "weird guy" was about about you. I want you to tell me that I'm worthless, dirty, cheap and bad most of all.

Eventually you will stop calling.