I miss you You have no idea how much I know you’re probably never going to see this. I don’t even know if the land of the floating bedsheets exists. And I’m afraid to even say what I mean by that because of all the regulations here. Even if they do, it’s not like you’d know where to look. I haven’t spoken to you in months. That makes it so much worse. I don’t think I’m not going to be online for a while
I must be dreaming. I have to be. This can’t be real. Please