T,

Hey T, I'm sorry this is the 3rd e-mail in only a couple days. We spoke about how I wouldnt be uppset if you didn't reply, this paranoia is just to much, I'm sorry. I remember one time someone told me that T's get burnt out quick, that was when I told them I wanted to be one. I asked why, they said because some patients get to attached, I'm really sorry if I'm one of those. T, you know your like a mother to me, that hurts for me to say because I got a mother, it'd kill her if she knew i said that.

It even kills me. I wish I where close to her, I'm in my room shut up, and they're gone to the store. I messeged a couple strangers on that game I play, I told them about my problems, I talked to them before...they whre really nice. Its like being in a room of a billion ppl yet feeling alone. I know I'm guilty for my selfishness...I'm sorry T, know your my best friend, I always think of that water fountain...its so pretty...

Every now and then I look up to the sky I think about what you might be doing..maybe if yo uget a chance you'll look up and know im looking too? I'm crying as I write this, suicides on my mind. I don't know what to do, I don't wonna die, I still have dreams. Have I ever told you about the daughter I want? I want to name her Autumn, Zoe...or well is a ton of names. Your daughters are beautiful they smile when they leave your office , they must really love you, like I do.

I don't know much what to say, I know your probably busy, I just wanted a hello, I probably haven't given you enough time,...its just in my mind days, weeks, and year shave passed. Its like that song Stan...he never wrote back before it was to late.......

Kknow I'm still trying......maybe....one day...

Dustin