Travis,

I miss everything about you. you're asleep on the couch, and I don't want to bug you by being torn up inside again. you don't know what to do with me; it's okay. neither do I. but I want you to know I'd do anything for you. I'm sorry about this rough patch; I know it's been miserable. I wish you'd read this and know how I felt, and comment on my journal like you used to. 

I've known you for a year next week. do you regret it? I don't. 

I still want to be with you. I don't know what's going on inside, and it's scaring me. I wish you could help. I wish I didn't need that help. sometimes I think you just don't care, and that hurts, that uncertainty. you stopped paying attention. 

when I'm at my worst I want to leave to see if you'd miss me.

like I told you last night, I haven't felt this bad since Kyle left me. 

I wish you could stay home until I got myself turned around again. being alone like this is killing me. that's what it feels like, anyway. 

I love you. stop getting mad at me. 

Annie