'i'm sorry, but you have no money in your bank account'

'it's over'

'i'm sorry, but we couldn't save him'

and there is another one. one i can't type here, and i don't know if i would even if i could, because typing it would make it real.

actually, i can't think of anything to type that is going to make my life okay again. i don't know if it ever will be the same. i love dave so much, but he doesn't seem to love me, as much anyway. we spoke on the phone today, which was cool. he was tired and hungover and on his way out, but we still had a nice chat, about stuff. i do love him, a lot.

*waits for a text*

i'm still running away from being on my own, i know. i have been doing it all my life. i run away when i get to close, and i can'ttake being alone. there doesn't seem to be anything inbetween, until i met dave. i think i have found the middle ground.

i just...have to be sure that i have, you know?