My head is so stupid and confused. I just want to be hit with it - with everything. Give me the week to let it sink, please. Don’t wait till I’m gone. I don’t want it weighing me down.

Just one thing - tell me how you feel. I need to know. Not “we” - not them, I don’t care about them. If you think that’s out of line, you’re out of line for thinking that. You’re the one I care about. I need to know what’s going on in your head, I want to know how you’re feeling and how you’re going to feel.