Few-day home.

Hey again.

Today my ulcer has truly made it's presence known. I'm trying my best to hide it, but I'm not a good liar. It's been bothering me a lot, today. Enough so that Rebeca worries about it. Which doesn't help. Too much stress. I'm too young for all of this. We're all to young, and always will be.

Today she was over. Just for a short while, but long enough for it to be depressing. We talked a little, but a lot was just comforting the other, to keep them from sobbing. I don't know why we were so sad. I don't know whats wrong. I don't know how to fix anything.

Every day I don't hear back from you makes all of it a little harder to cope. Maybe I'm putting too much stress into it, but it's true. I miss you. It's been too long.

I'm trying my best to stay calm. I really am. But it gets harder, and my stomach gets set off easier each time.

It's getting to the point where my dad has taken notice, and has sat me down, and asked exactly what's bothering me. It takes a lot to get that.

I'm sorry for the short letter, this time. Not much else happened today.

You take care of yourself, and I hope your friend is feeling better.

Love always
Nerl