22/3/23 (For you)
Third notebook now, huh. Also, a moment.
There we go. I think. I don't know. I'm... struggling. A bit. Maybe just more than a bit. I miss talking to you. I miss the calls. Not only since I decided to take the days off. Before as well. We went from speaking often. Nice, long calls. Now though. 32 minutes. An hour at most. Not playing anything. Not doing anything. I understand. But it doesn't change the fact that it hurts, or that it terrifies me. I feel like I'm gonna get left out. Left behind.
Left alone, again.
I guess that's why I asked for this time. I'm not sure if I'm getting any thinking doone, but I can't get left alone if I'm the one leaving to begin with.
Time -is- fucked up. Anyways. I'm gonna try and ██ ███ or something. I don't know.
See ya.