Dear Diary,


Melissa has been taking leave from work.

I didn't expect that to happen. I wonder why she did that to me. She should have at least told me she wouldn't be at work instead of me having to hear it from Dave.

I like Dave. He's kind and friendly to talk to.

So I decided to ask for a day off too. I'm going home first, then I'll go see Melissa.

I'm really hoping I get to find the café still open today. Unlike last time, when I had to make it myself because no one was there.

It was lonely.
I hate loneliness.

It makes me ask myself what would end it.

But then I remember that humans need connection, and I'm a human. The good thing is, it doesn't really say that the connection has to be genuine.

So at least I can find ways to make someone connect with me.

Right?

I guess it's a yes. I think this is a good start.

Melissa will be mine.

I'll confess to her. Maybe then we can connect more, because this loneliness makes me sick.

Something strange happened while I was writing this.

I feel like the diary is talking to me.

Not literally, obviously.

But it keeps giving me great ideas. Now I understand why females have them. I should go.

I have to pick up some rope and dark tape.