January 29, 2018:

We stock the house with her necessities.

Weed, bong, grinder, nicotine, toothbrush, lotion, alcohol, Skinny Cows, bras and panties.

In the living room this morning her bra from last night was on the coffee table where together we'd left it.

I want to say "I love you."
I want her to want to be with me and conquer my loneliness.
I want her to move in.
I want her.

Maybe that's a good place to stop.