Dear T (you've been upgraded from HWMNBN... don't let it go to your head),
Thank you for telling me that I hurt your feelings. (Thanks for giving enough of a crap about me that it's possible for me to hurt your feelings.) Thank you for emailing me when you got worried that telling me that had freaked me out. (It hadn't, but thanks for giving enough of a crap about me that you worry if you think you've freaked me out.)
Anyway. Even though I hate you less, and actually appreciate a lot of what you've done recently,
I just wish I could regulate my moods like a normal person. This shirt is effing *exhausting*.
-c
P.S. Btw I think you've got it in your head that there's some element of erotic transference going on. I personally am totally unaware of having any erotic feelings for you, so if it's going on it's completely unconscious on my end. (I hope to God that there isn't any erotic countertransference going on... I would never put it like this to your face but *ick* *ew* *gross*.)