This is what I want so don't be sad.

My room is so quiet and empty it hurts.

I sleep through the next day. Each time I go to the bathroom, I try not to look in the mirror. Once, I catch my reflection: it looks like I’ve been punched in both eyes.I can’t talk about the day that follows that.

And all of the things that she sent him were things he already owned. And all of the letters she wrote him were letters he wrote to himself. You write a letter, you get a letter.