A quiet evening

We all went to bed early.  I woke up around 2am and fell back to sleep around 5ish.

The dog slept, too… all night.  Which is good. Hes sleeping now.

I like him but i want him out of here. I really just don’t want the responsibility,  anymore.

I’m still kinda feeling whatever about him.

Why couldn’t it be good? I thought for sure, but i guess i chased him off. I was only worried about him because he said he wanted to die

Well, i bet hes back w her anyway.

I didn’t say i loved him, i told him hes loved.

I know his family and friends really do.

Whatever.