Oliver called me again this morning. I know he was drunk cause he told me to meet him at Dukes. Yeah, Not really a possibility since I'm in AZ. I've been so sick I don't even sit at the computer. Haven't slept well since Sunday night.

He told me on the phone that he was depressed and even if I didn't know it I was all he ever wanted too.

When I finally woke up this morning I thought maybe this was a dream. Then I looked at my phone. 4 missed calls and 3 that I answered. 5:55, 6:52, 7:04.

Why is life so difficult? Why are people so difficult? Or is it me that is difficult?