Dear Kitty,             I just can't manage at the moment. I'm tired, I'm confused...I've even started talking to myself for want of company at the house; I'm just tired of being ignored or patronised every time I open my mouth. I wish that there was someone that I could always talk to...someone who would just be there for whenever I needed them. I need someone now...I just want to talk to someone.              And then there's next Tuesday; I wish wish wish that I didn't have to go. I will do, but I don't want to in the slightest. I wish that I could just not go...but, obviously, I can't; Hector's counting on me, and I know that I probably need help of some form, but still...I'll write later; I have a rehearsal in fifteen minutes.Francesca