I’m not gonna lie, I’m worried about her. It’s my best friend Katie! She’s kinda fallen off. As in, she might be going crazy. I thought she had a crush on this lady, at first, but I don’t know anymore. I don’t think she wants to be with her… more like be her! Ever since I made a big deal about it though, she hasn't brought it up any more. I worry about her; there’s something definitely off.

  Also, a quick note about my apartment: it’s too quiet. The silence I’d celebrated and come to enjoy at first has now allowed my mind to wander in ways I fucking don’t need it to. Pardon my french. It is positively deafening, the silence, that is. I miss my boisterous little brothers and sisters. The screams of joy while they ran through the house in the morning and the maniac laughs that would come from my older brother’s room late at night doesn’t seem as annoying anymore. Maybe it’ll take some more time to get used to it but who knows, I'm not having any luck an the moment. I might need a therapist.

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  Insult to injury, there's a slight rhythmic creaking noise at night; I'm losing quite a bit of sleep over it. If that doesn't stop soon, I'm going to go bat-shit.