With the toast that wasn't all that burned after all, thanks to my mother. And now I'm gonna go ahead and sit on my bed and eat my toast and cry my eyes out. Like... I knew I would get sad about this and all and I've been sad before when I couldn't talk to Dennis, even if it was for just a few hours, but I never thought I could miss someone as much as I miss him now. I miss him even more than I did when I was gone to Italy, which was much longer than 3 days. I told you so, didn't I? I told you I was going to come back crying, begging for this to be over and being able to be in contact with him again, I told you it would be me, not him.
I don't like this, I don't want this anymore, why did it have to happen anyway? Why did I have to get goddamn sad about bullshit again? Just why? I just want someone to hold me, I don't want to feel this lonely.
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