For knowledge to everyone, this is Meesh losing her mind and not thinking well enough to type out what's seriously wrong, so you're getting drabble.
Guh.
Where the hell is she?
Why is she not answering?
What was so important then?
I need to know and it's killing me. D:
I mean, she's like a god damned drug and for it to be this long to talk to her..
I shouldn't be worried.
I'm not worried.
I'm fine.
I'm not fine.
Three times now.
Three ruddy ******** times I've called.
And yesterday I was on all day and most of the night.
Nothing.
I can't check anywhere else.
Gaia's the only place I'd know of to find her otherwise.
This is ridiculous.
Maybe Mami just needed help.
Maybe she's asleep.
Maybe she's sick?
Third paragraph.
How much more can I write?
How much more pathetic can I be?
I'm being overly worried.
I'm causing myself more grief.
I need to stop.
Though, it's hard.
I just keep hoping for a phone call.
Just one phone call with an I'm all right at the end.
That's all I need.
That isn't much.
Unless something did happen.
With everything that's normally happening that's bad.
Something bad could have happened.
Guh.
Guh, guh guhhh.
I can't handle this kind of an emotional stress.
I want a cig.
I don't smoke.
I've never smoked.
Though now seems as good a time as any.
Or maybe a drink.
Anything.
Just something numb the pain.
Music won't work.
TV won't work.
Nothing seems to work.
I keep being all moody.
And upset.
I'm in no place to be.
I know nothing.
I shouldn't feel anything.
Okay, I've just spent ten minutes writing this piece of s**t.
I should stop.
My arm hurts from backspacing and spacing.
Maybe I'll take a walk.
Yeah.. walks are nice.
