Last night I went home for Leonel's going away party. It was sad to say goodbye to him this morning, but I gave him the letter I wrote and I think he appreciated it.
Going home brought back a lot of memories. It was hard to even walk into my house because the last night I spent in it you were there with me. The only reason I ever came back was to see you and this time it was different. It was really hard for me to to sleep in my bed and be in my room without you there. I walk into my room and it reminds me of you. I won't be coming back for a long time because it was too much for me to handle. It brought me back to this depressive state that I want to escape from. Everywhere I looked it reminded me of you. I wonder if you ever think of me. Do you think of me when you go to a place we have been, or listen to a song that meant something to us, or wear a t shirt that I bought you? Do you still have the cards I wrote and gave to you? Do you think of me at all, or am I nothing now? I feel like I'm nothing.
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