T, you have the feeling cards and the goal cards that I have to pick before I can sit down... maybe I need to make a set of crap I need to talk to you about cards and have to pick one each week. But there is no room left on the credenza. Also, I am debating bringing my high school yearbook in... that was when I started having positive people in my life... but then I also want you to know how bad and horrible I am and that your instinct to protect yourself isn’t wrong... I just choose every day not to be that part of me... but I am kinda sick of you thinking I am all sweet, passive, loving and innocent. I’m not... at least not always.
Most of all I want to be as close to you/my safety as you will allow.