Age: 17 years 10 months 16 days

I think the best way to start this entry is “Oh crap”. Oh crap is right. That’s all I could say last night after hanging out with redacted, redacted, redacted, redacted, redacted, redacted. You told me to leave and I didn’t. Yeah… Crap. I messed up.

And now crap again. I miss redacted. I just saw him less than 20 hours ago, and I’ve missed him all day. I’ve tried to think of reasons to call him, or reasons to hang out with him, but I haven’t. I don’t know when I’ll next see him. It won’t be more than a week. I can live with that, but I miss him. It’s so good to have plans with other friends, but I want him to be there too. Oh no, oh crap. God, I really do miss him. Oh, and listening to Moulin Rouge is not helping. It’s off. So when can I see him next? I don’t know. Too long. But God, it’s good: whatever your reason, it’s good. I want to know how his foot is though, and if he dyed his hair. I want to talk to him, and get to know him better. I don’t have more to say about redacted. God bless this time apart, whether it be a short while or a long while and let us use the time well in order that we know you better. I want to laugh with you again. And I want to cry with you again. Let’s go play my drums. I’ll play them for you.

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