I feel off-kilter. I don’t completely get what happened between me and Dais—I made her sad, I know that. She hasn’t called me, she hasn’t asked me to come over. And I don’t usually care, but I’m pretty in my head about it. It’s almost like I miss her, but I couldn’t. Why would I? I think it’s because we’re friends. Weird friends, I’ll give you that— but friends, still. She’s the person I tell all my shit to, you know? And she left my office the other night, like, pretty angry, and I don’t care that she’s angry, she’s been angry at me before—she will be again because she’s got a bad temper and
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i need them to just talk to each other
