My dearest Kitty,
I give up. I've had a pretty bad week - luckily, nobody else knows, because since I got that text from Hector, I've been trying to be happier in front of people - and I'm just sick of it all. I want to do 'it' again so much already, and I know I can't because Mum and Dad are coming up tomorrow for some stupid concert I have to go and do, but either way...if I didn't do it where they could see...no, I won't.
Kitty, there's so much more I want to write, but I can't; I know that you're fed up with all my stale news and me feeling depressed and stupid. I'll shut up now. I'm going to go to sleep...and hopefully I won't have to wake up tomorrow. I wish.
Yours,
Francesca