Dear Abby,

I am so mad at myself. The fact that I'm not doing things and being more independent and taking care of myself means unmistakably that I madly, madly love you. I want to do all the hassle in the world because I love you so much. If I didn't love you and have a good excuse to lay in bed with you then I would just want to be on the computer all the time anyway. But that's not usually the case, I promise. Truly baby, I love you more than anything. You mean the world to me. I'm sorry I'm such a fucking mess.

Love Forever,
-Travis