Dear T,
I wish I could conjure you up like a genie when I feel alone as I do now. Work is more than I can tolerate. I get into situations with people and I can't tolerate feeling all the emotions it takes to go through it. I wish I could talk to you because I feel so lost and I feel like nobody cares. And that makes it all worse. I can't go to work tomorrow. It will be obvious if I don't, but I can't. I also have other people to consider. I hate myself more than anybody will ever know. I don't think I am going to make it out of the hell that is me.
Anti-matter