12/20/2018

Dear Tiffany,

   With two more days left until winter break, I decided to just take the rest of the week off because my mind is already on vacation mode. Yesterday, I read one of your tweets that said "I am literally tearing up because I feel so damn weak .. my fatigue level is so high I refused OT and will refuse PT..." and I couldn't help but feel for you. Then today you tweeted saying you were shaking super bad, felt faint, and were scared you were getting really sick. The last thing you ever tweeted was today at 10:35am saying you were about to eat Burger King to raise your blood sugar. I was happy you were able to still see the bright side of things, and expected another update tweet to come soon.
   I waited days once again, and then felt like something was wrong, but I didn't pursue it. I wanted to message you once more, but I knew you weren't going to reply anytime soon. I again wanted to wait until you posted, so I can reach out to you about how you were. My pessimism and gut gave me a bad feeling about you, but I still remained hopeful. I really wanted you talk to you. I couldn't wait any longer, but I still didn't know if you wanted to see me or not. So I waited.