Bubbles,

I don't have the resources to deal with what I put on my plate last night. This hurts so much. I feel so alone. Isolated. And surprisingly, the person I really want to talk to about all of this is you. I think that's a good sign? Even when I was seeing V, if I was super disregulated (like today), I'd want RoboT. But I think you'd do your job well.

Unfortunately I don't have the luxury of talking to you again until next Friday. By then these feelings will be a distant memory. Such is the false construct of therapy, huh?