T, when you’re not here I convince myself you hate me and that I irritate you and that you want rid of me. It didn’t help that when I told you I loved you on Friday you didn’t say it back. When I told you I loved you a few months ago you said it back. What’s changed? Have I become too much for you? Have I shared too much? I wish I could talk to you between sessions. It would make it so much easier for me. But when you don’t reply it tears me apart.