I dream of miscarriages. Not often, but sometimes. I think that's weird.

K messaged me today. She apologized for speaking to me, then she wished me a good trip. It's like she just needs to make sure that she's planted well and good before I try to do anything for myself.

I wanted to be mad at her and tell her to fuck off and to stop injecting herself in front of me. Instead I told her that she didn't have to be sorry for contacting me, and that it still makes me sad to think of her.

That was at 2 PM my time. She must have been going to bed where she is, because seven-and-a-half hours later she responded with 'I know, I feel the same way.'

So she wins, I guess. Whatever.