2:50 am: I miss him. It’s only been a few days, but i miss him. I don’t know how long he’s going to be there for.. It seems like I’m letting myself go more and more each day he’s gone. At least he’s alive. That’s one positive thing. It’s so late at night and I can’t stop crying. I’m holding onto his favorite childhood teddy bear he gave me and it’s soaked from my tears. Why did this have to happen? He was doing so well, then one wrong mistake and he’s locked up again. I keep looking at his social media, hoping he might have posted something somehow. Trying to find any clues I can. I even went to his sisters social media and looked at the pictures she has of him. I didn’t realize I would miss him this much. My friends aren’t helping. At least not the ones I go to school with. They don’t know what it’s like. They don’t know what to say to make me feel better. But I get it, nothing can really make me feel too much better at this point. My internet friends seem to know what to say. There’s this one friend I have, she’s been helping quite a lot recently. We had a rocky friendship in the past, but we seem to be stable now. I can tell her anything. But I’m afraid to get too close. It’s tough. won’t explain. Back to /him/ ; he knew it was going to happen. He practically gave me a warning. I just had a small amount of hope that I was clinging onto. I guess things don’t always work out the way you want them to. I hope he’s okay. And I hope he comes back soon. I love and miss him so much.