This is just to say... I know I was a pain when you called yesterday. Uttering words of cynicism from the moment you said hello. You called for support. Loving words. Encouragement. And all I could give you was a gray, scribbled rain cloud over my head. I am as baffled as you and this treatment undeserving. But! You see, my dear, I'm uncomfortable with myself and keeping you ever-so-slightly at bay gives me an illusion of comfort-- of control. I need you more than ever, yet I cannot keep myself from pushing you away. I'm sorry to be such a pest. I'm trying to be better.