The last couple days have been especially rough mentally, I'm not sure what's going on it must be the Zoloft or something.

But I've never been so truly depressed feeling in my life. Feeling of hopelessness is deeper than I can describe.

Today I mail off The Notebook, with a note inside saying to be the last time I try to reach out. I'll wait until you mail it back, however long it takes. I will wait. There will be nobody after you. You're it.

So if I have to wait the rest of my life and into the next one, I will.

I love you.