He disappeared. His sister doesn’t know where he is. His friend said he’d be home three hours ago. He hasn’t answered any calls.
A night that started with my self pity and sadness. Has become an early morning filled with anxiety wondering if he’s okay.
I feel stretched. So exhausted and cried out but I can’t sleep. I’m worried. Concerned. He never disappears like this. Well he hasn’t in a very long time.