San Francisco, January 10th 2015
He didn’t leave the house the past four days.
I don’t understand why.
He’s got a job, and I’m mature enough to take care of myself.
As he is a plumber, he can still come back and check on me whenever he wants.
I don’t get it, I don’t get him.
Last night he talked about Dory. A lot.
I miss her so much.
Oh I didn’t in front of him, don’t worry. I don’t want to have any problems.
I’m just surprized he snapped. He is strong.
Strong men don’t break down, don’t they?
I wish you could give me an answer…