an uppercase outlook,

Dagnabbit, up past 11 again. I'll regret it later. How I wish I could become sleepy around 10:30 instead and not feel this light sense of abandonment until only now when the tiredness strikes.

I love you, speaking to you in different locations and communicating with you in different ways confuses me. Your tone seems to change, but I should not judge entirely based on text I can only see and read.

Thanks for that... No other reason? That makes me happy.