Dear Diary,
I still don’t know what I plan to do. I emailed Ryan a huge sob story of how I was homeless and broke and hadn’t eaten for a few days. It took about ten minutes for him to respond to that. Fucking dick!
It was a short email but he wanted to know where I was and that he would either make arrangements for me to come to him or he would come get me. Surprisingly, I’m not terribly far. He said he could be here in a couple hours.
So I wait! I showered at a truck stop and I’m wearing some clothes that Kemper had given me. Just the thought of me leaving Kemper and finally seeing Ryan gives me mixed feelings. I feel dread and excitement at the same time.
I’m now sitting in a library, bored, and using their computers. I want to email mom back, she has only emailed me several hundred times but I can’t make myself do it.
I made Ryan promise not to tell mom and dad that he was going to pick me up and that I would leave again if he did. He promised so we will see if he is a lying shit!
I have tried to reach out to Ian but to no avail. He said he was working on a large project for work so he is probably busy. I hope he is okay, he is normally a little better about responding.