Where have you gone? I used to talk to you every single day and you're suddenly nowhere to be found. I guess this wasn't as sudden as I'd like to think, but... well, I don't really know what to think. Someone told me that you're now technically homeless. I wish I could help, but even if I could, I don't even know how to go about it. Sometimes I reach for my phone to call you, then I hesitate, because I'm sure you don't want to hear from me. I'm unbelievably worried and it'd be nice to just hear that you are okay... or to hear something, anything at all.