To say the least, I'm not doing so well. Mentally at least. I am worried. Maybe too much, bur still I am. That's me. Sorry for caring.
I trust Rhett. I just thought I would get that out there first thing.
Rhett and I are usually texting all the time. I don't have a phone but I recently got myself an iPod touch and there is an app for that. Whenever I have a wifi connection we are texting.
Yesterday, Saturday, we had planned to go to the skating rink at twelve. He told me as I was leaving the house to go that he couldn't be there at twelve. I quickly replied back that I'd be there if he could make it.
He never did make it there but that isn't what I am worried about. That's just a pre-story.
He sent me that text at 11:30. I got home around 5:30. I messaged him when I got home. He never replied. I sent another one an hour later and then again before I went to sleep. No reply. It's now 10:45 the next day and I still haven't heard from him. Yes, this bothers me. I'm out of the know. I'm worried. It's been almost 24 hours. I was up till 1 am worrying. This morning I had to make my mom believe I was physically sick because I could never explain to her how I am so messed up about this. I wasn't fit for going out in public. I didn't have the will power to put on a fake smile. I convinced her. So for the last four hours, I've been dozing in and out of sleep. Sleep is the only place I can really escape to. I guess not being able to dream does have it's good sides in times like this.