I fear we’ve already grown apart. We barely communicate and when we do it seems so impersonal. It’s out of my hands, but I’m not going to beg you and I’m not going to put in more effort than you do. There may be a good reason, but it doesn’t make it any easier and I feel like you could do better. I’m very lonely and I’m tired of waking up realizing you’re not there. It’s getting to me, but you wouldn’t know because you don’t ask. I just have to face the fact that not only am I on my own physically right now, I am emotionally, too. I get it if you are stressed, but how would I even know by some random texts. I know it’s not about me, so I will keep it to myself, but I was hoping for a better routine by now and less of the unknown. Honestly, I feel abandoned even though I know that’s absurd. But that’s the best way to describe it. Maybe a good cry will help; really it will have to do, because I can’t hold it back and it’s not like anything is going to change anytime soon. I love you.