1:26 AM

I feel like I'm in limbo. A limbo of my own emotions.

Have I ever spoken to you about Daz? I don't think so.

Daz meant the world to me. He was everything to me. I loved him more than life itself. He promised me forever.

And then he went away. Without a word, an explanation, an apology.

Time passed, years passed, and I tried reaching out constantly. I didn't even know if he was still alive or if he had given up the fight to his depression.

I was used to him going into hiding for short periods. A month, tops. But years?

Finally, tonight, I heard from him. He never said sorry, only that he lost faith in humanity and didn't want to see me. Said he would probably just say something to hurt me. I told him that I don't care if he does, because I love him just the same.

This isn't healthy.

He's still my Boo.