My best friend. I don't -- think I even talked about this with my therapist. I mean, what sort of therapist would I have been, if I wasn't even honest with my own? Just -- told her I was doing fine, a little stressed, kind of worried about my sister but she seems to be getting better.

But my friend, I told her everything. All of my relationship worries, my worries with Terri, everything.

And now you. I don't know -- why. Maybe I just need to get it out. Maybe I've been holding in for too long.

God, I'm sorry, you don't need all this for me. Fuck. [She seems to deflate, then, her shoulders slumping, posture curving in on herself. Face crumpling.]