I haven't used your towel. It hangs in the bathroom waiting for your return.

I feel like if I use it you'll never come back. I wonder... I wonder if you would even want to.

I've been writing a bit more, that's good. The problem is I need a job, yesterday. The only way I can get to doing what I want is to wait here in fucking Arizona for more months so that I can get in-state tuition because I haven't lived here a year, so I can go to college, so I can join the military, so I can go to college.

I could have a job right now, I'm certain of it, but I just can't... be bothered... I don't do well alone.

I don't think I've ever been quite this alone before.

You should tell me you're coming home. I haven't been eating well since you've been gone. There is a hole in this house, the place you left when you went away...

I shouldn't need a reason, but you gave me one. Could you do it again for old time's sake? If I knew you would return I could do my best to make sure there is a place to return to.