...look, I'm a child of privilege. I've wanted for nothing and I've never been touched by tragedy. (A grandfather died when I was eight.) I've felt sorry for myself, sure, but I've never... hurt. Suffered for a reason outside myself.

You have the energy to get up and go - and I am seriously telling you that I have a long term plan, one that is working out, and in a few years I'll be fine, and I want for nothing.

I can do what I choose. My parents are not only here, they're around, and they're solid, and even if they both died - let's be brutal - I'd still be set.


I'm not saying that your sorrow and loss and depression was less than mine. I'm saying yours was and is different.

I'm not asking to be fixed. I'm asking - I realise I have been very incoherent - for you to share, so I can live vicariously through your vitality.

(It sounds really gross when I say it like that.)

And you have shared, and it's... it's heartening to see someone else's endurance, or strength, or get up and go, however you'd like to define it. So thank you.