So yeah. I wrote a poem. It was a nice "dark" poem (posted in Creative here ... "Storm").

So Christina, being a dumb human.... gave it to her T.

Now I'm seriously regretting it. She read it. Asked if she could keep it. And then said we're going to discuss it this week....

WHAT?!

... Okay, freaking out. She said it outlined how I was feeling, and what I've been trying to tell her.

Well yeah, it has been... but do we REALLY need to talk about it?

... crap. Note to self: Dont give poetry to T. Did it with the first one, and it was fine. Not with the second or third one... so why did I do it for this one?

I cannot get into a deep therapeutic relationship with her right now. She's leaving, and I cannot have abandonment issues popping up again when yet another person leaves...

Dammit. Okay, so that was discussed in the poem sorta too.

Phooey. I'm a trapped rat.

Maybe that should be my next poem... "The Trapped Rat". If it wasnt so late, I'd do it right now. Will see about this tomorrow.

Please tell me its going to be okay, and that i'm freaking out for no good reason?

Pretty please???!