You may wake up with a gripping headache and I'm not exactly sorry for it. The world is starting to get a little confusing and I hate to see you struggle with everything that is going on. You're taking it like a champ... I can't believe I just used that term. I'm sorry to do this to you. Well, no I'm not. You needed to get out of that apartment. You needed to find a way to get to a place where you and I can be one. But this time I decided to drink away all those problems that are plaguing you. I'll leave you a better email later on, perhaps a video message? I've heard that's the best way to prove to you what's really going on with "us".
Also, Ellie will also have an even larger headache than you. Emma can hold her liquor quite well but I don't know about her.