My journal friend,
It has been a couple of days since I texted Jesse about our game night this Friday and since I asked him if we could meet up after I had coffee with Liz.
I haven't heard from him, and I'm starting to get a little worried because normally he would get back to me by now, but there has been nothing.
I don't know; maybe he's just busy and I'm worrying for nothing, but I think that if I haven't heard from him by tonight, I'm going to go and see if he is home.
I just really hope that he's okay.
OK, bye.
P.S: Cross your fingers for Jesse, Jeff, and Liz. Shit is hitting the fan, and I don't like it in the slightest.
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