6:39pm

Yum yum, baked cheese... Okay. So I talked to Matt last night. God, I love him. He truly is my best friend. And OH, it was SO nice to hear him call me 'sweetie'. I really miss that. But I miss his touch even more- so soft... I might get a chance to feel that touch again. This is neither a good, nor a bad thing. Why? If he comes home, he will undoubtedly feel like he has failed in his attempt to start life anew in a new world. He has discovered that life sucks no matter where you go... where you run. I know. I may have found a better life out here in the city, but it still sucks. And I know I'd feel like a failure too if I had to return to the place I ran from.
I feel so horrible for him. I wish I knew how I could help. I love him so much. I don't want to see him so sad. Even if it means not seeing him at all. I guess... I don't know what I guess. And I'm not sure if I'm being selfish (by thinking I'd rather not see him at all than see him sad) or not. My feelings can only be measured by a machine created by Kafta.

7:52pm
Kafta or Vonnegut.

8:30pm
I was alble to momentarily cheer him, however. I was quite pleased when he told me I'd made him happy after I told him he'd never be a burden or failure to me. He's my best friend. I told him that, and that cheered him, and I hope he won't feel as bad if he needs to come back home.
He hung up with me very soon afterward. Good thing, because I don't think I would have been able to cheer him anymore, so he hung up happier. At least for the night...