Dear Diary,
I'm mad.
I hope he never comes back.
I'm worried.
I hope he's alright.
I hate you.
I don't wanna miss you.
But I do.
I do.
Goddammit, I DO!
Why haven't you messaged me in a week? Are you ill? Did something happen? Has your dad been admitted to the hospital again? You said you would text me. I waited the whole day and received nothing. I waited the whole WEEK and received NOTHING. I told myself maybe you were just busy. Maybe you were having family issues. Or that she found out about us..... Or MAYBE, your phone got broken because when I tried to call you, you couldn't be reached. But if that's the case, why? Why didn't you find a way to reach me? How can you not tell me what's going on? How can you possibly leave me hanging in a state where I'm about to lose my mind trying to figure out what's going on with you right now?! I'm not a goddamn psychic, goddammit! I get worried! And I hate you so much! You have no idea how furious you're making me. You're worse than Garreth. What's sadder is... I realized I'm not your girlfriend. And then I understood...
You're not obliged to tell me anything.