Jag har slut på egna ord tror jag.

"One of us is crying
One of us is lying
In her lonely bed
Staring at the ceiling
Wishing she was somewhere else instead
One of us is lonely
One of us is only
Waiting for a call
Sorry for herself, feeling stupid feeling small
Wishing she had never left at all"

[Abba - One of us]

Ja, vad säger man.
Brevet kom...
Och idag är bara en sån dag.