Dear D
And again you've failed to write. Whatever. I guess I'm used to it by now.
E tells me I'm an idiot for staying with you since you obviously don't give a shit. She thinks I'm some kind of masochist. Maybe I am, I don't know.
I should call you properly - and not make a drunk call like last time; I hope you'll forget that one soon, it was pretty awkward of me, I know.
Please write. Or call. Just do anything. Send me a nice sms, like the one about you having dream about me. It doesn't even have to be the truth, I don't care, just... tell me you're there. Please.
/P.
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