My hair is getting longer and longer.

Something I've wanted to clarify for awhile now.

I'm letting my hair grow not cos I'm trying to change myself physically.

You obviously didn't read properly.

My hair is growing longer.

My tears have run dry. Literally.

My sadness is worse than before, and I can't even cry it out now.

You said you returned, but you seem the same as before you went. Cold. Just what did you think of? How much you want her? You don't seem to have changed much action and treatment wise.

I overslept for camp today.

I gotta drag myself out.

I miss you.

I love you.

I'm gonna cry. Dry crying.