Drained.

I keep looking at my cell phone.

She really should call tonight, I hope she still does.

After crying things are clearer. Like after masturbating, which I have no need for right now, I’m sick to my stomach.

I love her. I just miss her. And I think I might start taking anti-depressants again.

And I wish everyone could read this. But they can’t. So I won’t.