No, don't sell with another letter. You're working. I have other things to think about. I just don't know how you can send me a note for nothing every day. That tells me too much. I miss you so much that you don't understand how you ruin things like that. I miss you thinking you understand, but you don't understand anything. Since you can treat me like that, you can do anything. The truth hurts. But I don't want you to let me destroy me. Enough. I don't want to feel like a piece of shit anymore, like nothing. I want something elementary from you. You can even stop giving it to me. Think about it. And think about what you're doing, so that we can be together. Think about how my life has been cheated - sitting in front of the computer for a while and then telling me what they do and what they don't do, we'll go together. I look for some advice from time to time. But I don't get it either. Not always. It didn't cost you anything to set aside another 00 minutes for me, to send me some other notes and everything you could do. You're not worth 00 minutes, and you didn't have any?! But you left me hanging in front of the computer for a whole day. I just can't forget it.