It’s 12:47am. The insomnias been worse lately, and my mind always drifts to you when it wanders. I mean, you’re always in my heart, and I still see you more in dreams than I do irl, but it seems like it’s been extra hard this last week, especially the last two nights. I don’t know why. I’m coming up on one year here and you haven’t visited. I know it’s a lack of time, but it still makes me sad. I’m not sure how long I’ll remain here, it’s currently up in the air. I’m sad you don’t write to me anymore, I don’t have a digital space to go to when I’m like this. It’s probably unhealthy, but I can’t care about that right this second. I wish you were here. I wish you were here so much.