I'm not going to reach out again. Your silence is a response, but I'd hoped for more. Despite our drama and disconnect, we'd always agreed if there was an emergency we would be there, and I'd always been here ready to pick up if you needed me. Now I needed you. I needed you. Everything was so.. bad. I didn't know if I would get through by myself, and you were the only person I could imagine understanding, but when I reached out it was static. I texted, messaged, everything I could. That uncertainty about you only adding to the buzzing. I'm glad you're out there, but I'd be lying if I'd said I was okay with you not being here too. That you could have been even a momentary life raft. Now people who don't understand my head are trying to hold things in place, and god fucking help them. Haha.

Last letter. Despite all, I'm still on the other end if you needed me. I loved you. Hope you have only the best Daisybot.