excerpt from a drunken love note; part 2

You wouldn't: but if you were to put it to me -- I bet I would fall at your feet. It doesn't serve anybody to let me get away with it. 

Monday, I tried to say a lot of things to my shrink. 49 minutes later maybe I had said a thing or two. Then said that I was grateful for you and all you've been for me and I got all fucky. 

I'm in so much trouble tomorrow but I'm just gonna run with it now to say thanks. I want to be as good to you as you are to me.. xx