I know you're doing this for my own good but I just...can't pull myself out of bed. I don't know why. I just can't. I haven't even gotten dressed. I'm still in shorts and a tank top. Baby...try to understand. I'm scared and I don't know what's going on with me. I don't know what's going on with me. I've never felt like this in my life. Chocolate doesn't even sound appetizing.

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All because of me, arghhh

Jen, I... I recognise the signs of depression when I see them. Do you think that maybe...

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Couldn't be...I don't think so. I hope not. I really wouldn't know. This is the first real time I haven't wanted to get out bed. Maybe once in Rome...but...nevermind. Maybe it's stress related. I'm just...blah.

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I hate to do this, but I really have to run, I need to attend to a dragon pox patient but

Jen, I mean it. Please, please try to take care of yourself. In all seriousness.

Visit Estella, I know she'll help a lot.

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I'll try. I really will. I just wish it were you I was talking to instead. Good luckbaby.

I'll owl you later or something.

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