Hey, Jess.

It's been a long day, today. I'm sorry for ranting at you last letter. I wasn't being fair. I'm sorry for doing that to you, and I'm sorry that now I'm just going to use you as a shoulder. I'm a terrible friend.

I've been spending too much time dwelling on the past. And too much time predicting the future.

I hate myself for being right, sometimes.

There is solace, I find, in being corrected. To know that even though you're wrong, you can learn, and are. But when you're right about something, and you don't know why, nothing is learned, nothing is gained, and sometimes, you might not like the answer.

I miss her. I'll get to see her, tomorrow, but only for a few short hours. I don't think she really knows how hard this is on me. But Rebeca is a nice girl. She cares.

This is where I was right, today... She is supposed to come over, and I figured, she'd be over around 1, more likely 2. Then I guessed, despite myself, "Oh, knowing her parents, she'll have to leave at 4."

So it turns out, she'll only be here for a few hours.

I haven't really been with her in a month or so.

But moving along, because I'm sure you want to hear about my romantic life so much... I might have an ulcer. I'd like to think I don't, and that I have no reason to have one, but that being said, I probably do, and I have too many reasons. It kind of stings, in my stomach, every now and then. Maybe I'm just not eating proper... Right?

Whatever the cause, it's painful, and I'm unhappy.

I've got to go, sorry about the sob story. Dinner is waiting

Love always
Nerl