Um, I would really like you to call me tonight. It's now 10:37 and there's not much time left and this night is fucked. And, uh, our relationship is fucked. Because you don't want to make it work. And, oh I know, it's fucked for a lot of other reasons, right? But, in any event, I have a ticket on hold for Friday to go back to Allentown. And I'm gonna tell my boss that I can't make it next week for this training because I have a family crisis. And, I, honestly I can't do this anymore, Mark. I'm not fucking around. I need to know that you care about me. And that this isn't just one of your valleys, and that you're gonna come apologizing in a day or two or maybe a couple days, and your'e going to be feeling bad and feeling like you miss me, and feeling sorry for everything. I love you and I need to know that you love me. I gotta get out of here. I can't stand it anymore. I don't want to be alone anymore. And if it's the risk of losing my job and losing everything, what do I got here: nothing. A fucking lease that I'm gonna have to break. I can't do it anymore. And I know you checked your messages, so please call me back. Please. I don't want to have to leave. But there's nothing here. And other words, I don't want to have to leave you. But you're not even fucking returning my phone calls. Please call me back.