Dear Diary || troyler

November 5, 2014

So I didn't sign off my last entry because I cried myself to sleep. I'm serious Ty, I really do care.

So my mom is forcing me to go to a therapist. Remember that joke we made? Ha, we told Jenn you saw therapist and she was so confused. It was hilarious how you kept repeating 'therapist' until you finally said 'the rapist'.

So, she's sending me to the therapist because she thinks I'm going to so the same.

But I'm not. I wanna be here when you wake up. I wanna be able to see your breath-taking eyes and your beautiful smile. I want to take pictures of your eyes and turn them into that tiger thing. We've always wanted to do that.

All I really want right now is to just be together. We can do whatever, as long as you're there.

It's been a week and three days, Tyler. I'm trying my best to stay strong for you. Luckily Connor has been over here practically 24/7 since the incident. I love that kid, but he's going to drive me up the wall with his craziness.

He made me laugh yesterday, the first real laugh since the day before. I miss you baby, please come back.

~Troye