Internal sadness is overwhelming.
I miss him, I miss talking to him I miss seeing him. But I can't do this any more. He's working, bloody hell if I know at what or where. He could be a bloody pimp for all I know! I hardly writes to me---I feel unimportant, unneeded, unnecessary. I---I just wish we were still at school once again.
Benjy, we um---we need to talk. Soon.
Emmeline
France is quite nice in August.