Thank you for the tea and biscuits. The mug is beautiful. You know my tastes so well. I almost didn't want to make tea in it because then the light can't shine through it, but I did because I also really wanted a cup of tea. I hadn't realised the wards weren't working. I haven't been keeping up with the journals. It was very unnerving to find everything was public when I didn't intend it to be. It could have been much worse, I suppose.
I was making notes on a book I was lent, for myself. I wish I'd thought to say it was research for the show earlier! Too late now, and so far nothing awful has come of it. You're right, even beginning to understand why I feel the way I do is only intellectual. I'm working on it. You are hardly the worst person to talk to about anything, Rosie. I'm glad you're starting to see that you don't deserve the way your parents made you feel either. You are wonderful and sweet and there are lots of people who care about you because of what a brilliant person you are.
I sincerely hope, for both of us, that there is a way to overcome these feelings. I feel like I'm not working hard enough At least we have people to provide emotional support while we try. Thank you so much, Rosie, for being mine today. I will always try to be here if you ever need me.