<24 more hours. I still haven't decided how much I want to tell you. Part of me wants to just get it over with and admit to everything. But I'm so scared you'll think less of me. Part of me also hopes that you'd say what I want you to say. That you'd reassure me.
Last night as I fell asleep I was imagining you being comforting and saying what I wanted to hear and being visibly affected by my pain. I feel so creepy and pathetic for that.