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1/7/23 It's half an hour past midnight your time, and I'm already laying on my bed, then I thought of you, and the tears started falling. So I got up even though I'm not feeling well and decided to release my thoughts through writing. I checked my discord to see what you were doing at this time because I know you should be in bed, and I saw that you were still playing games. I'm grateful for discord, cause at least I can still see your activity. Today is your day off and you're just there playing video games. I should be happy, right? Since you're not outside doing God knows what, at least. I had a heavy heart as I went to bed last night because you haven't responded to my message, yet again. Not even a text goodnight. It's okay. Maybe you're just busy or you must have forgotten. I woke up after 10 hours of sleeping. I didn't even notice the time. I wasn't able to go to work today. I'm feeling sick. I'm feverish and have a sore throat. I wanted to let you know that I'm not well, thinking that maybe you would care, that maybe you would call so that I might hear your voice once more. That maybe if you say something nice, it will make me feel better. But I decided not to tell you. I want to avoid having expectations. I don't wanna get my hopes up.

Gabbi is still not home and being alone in this house and sick makes me feel sad and lonely. I'm grateful for my friends though, at least I have people to talk to, to help me get occupied. But now that it is quiet, I can't help thinking about you. I tried to stop thinking about you, but I just can't help looking over our conversations only to see the times you apologized and promised to do better. I came to realize that I could no longer believe your words. You knew what you were doing and you knew it would hurt me, but somehow that didn't stop you. And it is really sad to think how you became my safe place, while I was just a convenience for you until I no longer was. But even though it hurts me, I promised myself that I would give you time and space for you to think about whatever is going on with you. Even though I can see the conversations you have with other people on the server. You haven't even said hello to me. I will see through this with an open mind, even if it hurts like hell, and perhaps in the hopes that you will miss me and you'll come around. I just have a question. Have I ever crossed your mind? Do you ever, perhaps just once, have thoughts of me? because I often think about you. I miss you. I don't know what else is there to say.