Dear T,

10 minutes to go. It's written out. What will I do? I am coming close to the point where it's get on and tell you, or give up on the idea completely. Otherwise I'm just wasting my time and my money. I just have absolutely no idea who you are, and you have very little idea who I am. How am I supposed to do this when I can't even bring myself to look at you, to see who you are?

I genuinely have no idea how this is going to play out. I'm just tired. I'm tired of carrying it all. I'm tired of trying to let it out. I'm tired of having K in my head all the time and I'm tired of living this life.