It’s almost 4am and I’m still awake…
I spent the last 2 hours filling out job applications ‘cause you went to bed and I have nothing better to do. 

I just wish I could talk to you and tell you everything that’s been going on with me lately. I want you to know why I’ve been so moody, and I want you to understand.

I worry about us a lot, and I know I shouldn’t but…

Ugh. I just really wanna hear your voice, that’s all.

I’m probably not even making sense anymore. I need to go to fucking sleep.