Your fingertips across my skin;

I'm so incredibly sad and lonely at the moment; and I don't know why.
I know I shouldn't complain, that others have it so much worse; but even if they do, it doesn't lessen my pain any. I try to be happy, I honestly do, I just happen to fail everytime.

May 15th;
Jake is going to start reading the journal I gave him.
[I wrote every day something. Started on our anniversary. My gift to him really]
I'm not happy with what I wrote in some of it; in fact I'm downright ashamed.

I wish Djayy would stop being so lazy, and send me my letter.
So he can send me something too. The thought that I could have something from him, brings tears to my eyes. Now I'm crying. Perfect. I need something from him.

End