Dan,
I'm in a bit of a panic. I went to the Christmas party, and I got pretty drunk. I don't remember how I got home, and now I can't find the other letters I've written you. Whoever drove me home could have read through them. I'm worried sick about what people would say. They'd call me weak and pathetic for being so sad when I ruined everything in the first place.
I just hope I hid the letters so well that I just can't remember where I put them.
