Carlito man, I think I've fucked up.

You know, Bill called, two days ago. And he wanted to see me. Only I couldn't, because I was too busy working and stuff. There was another guy in the house, so what was I to say? And Bill was like, you know, chatting away but it felt like I had like no connection. With him, I mean. I'm just like that, Carlito. Can't help it. You know. Can't be left alone for too long. Or without news. All memories of us seem to fade so fast, and I get too used to being alone. And then I do stuff. So the next day, I wrote him. And I said like, hey Bill, let's see each other because I don't remember you very well anymore. And I've slept with a girl.

So now, nothing. Silence. Maybe he's mad, because of what I found out. I don't know. I ought to give it a few days, I guess.