Every time I see you're both online I hate myself. I sit and I cry and I stare at your names and the little green dots and I wonder if you're talking with her, and why you're not talking with me. And why I'm not talking to anyone.
I miss Chico more all the time. I miss having a house of friends and people I care about. I miss having reasons to get out of bed on my days off. I didn't feel so lonely then.
On days like these I feel like I felt closer to you when we were almost 200 miles apart.
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