ten august
ten : oh-nine p.m.

it is strange not having him here. there is no one to talk to. there is nowhere worth driving to. getting lost isn't as invigorating when you're alone.

i am growing more and more nervous about leaving every day. i know everything will be fine. for me. its him that i'm worried about.

"do you ever think that maybe he'll get worse when you leave?," she asked me.

i nodded and looked at my reflection in the window, at the lights on the cars and the lights on the signs.

she has no idea.