Us not talking isn’t even meant to get to me so much, we never had anything between us that is supposed to cause me to feel this way. Not seeing you for a while sure did put a block in my mind and I started noticing the better and more important things I have in my life. Crossing paths with you today was like somebody poured water all over my face woke up me to reality. Although there’s thousands of things for me to worry about and cry over, all I really want is to not fade away from your life, I so badly want to be a part of it. I want you to care about me and to make sure I’m happy with my life. I want you to tell me stories about your past and plans for your future. I want you to tell me about your days here at Kent. All this stuff is so unimportant and petty yet it gets to me like nothing else. I really don’t know what it is.
Stupid fire alarm.
Second person to say that the stories I write seem like I’m troubled.
