Dear Kitty,
          I always manage to ruin things just when they're going well. This time last week, I was so happy. And now I'm single, Hector's annoyed with me, and heaps of other things are happening that I can't talk about because I don't even know if they're real or not.
         Katie's gone home. I hope she's better for the weekend so she can see James.
I'm going to sleep.
Yours,
         Francesca