I'm bad, I'm bad, you know it

Bad, bad Basket Case! No cookies for you!

Okay, so I'd agreed to go out to dinner with a few people from therapy. I didn't go, because I got too nervous. I texted Eleanor and told her I was sick. Stupid brain.

If you read this, Eleanor, I'm sorry I lied to you. I'm sorry I cancelled at the last moment. I'm sorry. I suck.

If you hate me now, I totally understand.

Love,
Basket Case