My dearest darling,                          I've just got back from seeing Tom; this afternoon has really been quite fun, actually. And I've just spent the last forty-five minutes talking to him in his room...and, to be honest, I'm upset. I'm fed up, I'm tired, I'm stressed...and there's heaps of things bothering me that really oughtn't be. It's nothing to do with Tom, it's just me.                         So he's worried, and I'm stressed out because he's worried. Which is complicated. And I know I've got people I can talk to when I need to...but I can't talk when I'm upset, which is really irritating. It's even more annoying because I'm upset now, so I've really had to push myself to talk recently. I've promised Tom that I'll try not to SH, but it's really difficult, and steadily getting harder...                 On the bright side, Will (an ex-Laundimer boy) has woken up, so that's good.    I'll write more soon. I'm sorry for being very selfish and venting all this on you...I'm just exasperated.Ever yours,            Francesca