I won't betray your trust by revealing who you are, but I read your journal, a lot of it, and while we aren't the closest of friends yet, I hope you know that my phone is always on, my door is always open, and I will always be here to sit with you should you ever feel that lonely again. I think you're fascinating, and lovely, and incredibly smart, and I can't stand your saying otherwise. It's just too sad (and too familiar) to bear.