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Giving In

Dear Miles,

I went to bed early last night because I had cried for so long over you and was exhausted. I woke up this morning feeling just as bad. Are you satisfied now? We know you are out there and safe, so please come home and stop torturing us. papertigers can't concentrate on school work. I keep forgetting to eat. Nikki and Sandy pace around the sliding-glass door all evening, half crazy from worry. Come home.



ETA: I just spent half an hour curled up in a dry bathtub staring at the sides. I even fell asleep for a bit. I feel dead inside.


Dec. 5th, 2011 03:13 am (UTC)