Dear Monica,   Hi. How are you?   I am fine, just a minute of your time.   I have some things I need to say.   Mom and Dad aren't okay.   As I try to figure out what to write to you about,   how i hate my life,   how i hate myself,   and I wish he'd just...      A stabbing pain in my wrists and temples as I write.   I just started to pour out everything,   I'm not asking you for your sympathy.   Tonight, this is for me.   Regards.   Regards.   -Joe (these words ripped out of myself.)      P.S. I will get free tonight.