twenty-eight october
eleven : thirty-three p.m.

i knew it would come back sometime. it had to. good things don't last forever.

"i'm sorry. i don't know whats wrong. lately..i keep getting upset. i think a lot about how things used to be..he always made time for us. we would waste time together, and i loved it. i didn't have anything else to do."

"i..i wish you had free time now. time to yourself. to do nothing. and be satisfied. ..i'm sorry. i never know what to do."

"i'm sorry."

"you haven't done anything."

"i do this."