April 29, 2020 my dear butt buddy, I had felt like I didn't have anything else to say. It felt good to get it all out. I had been holding onto that stuff for a while. A few days ago you sent me a tweet. It read: "Is there an emoji for, "I saw your text but didn't know how to perfectly respond to it so I waited until I knew exactly what to say but it's been three weeks now so now I just feel microbursts of shame every time I see your name in the elephant graveyard of messages on my phone?". I said "Aw (heartbreak emoji). I wanted you to ask me about my feelings about that, but that was foolish. You don't ask me about my feelings. You don't talk to me. If you had asked me, I would have told you that I was sad that you felt shame, but that I was happy that it meant you cared. I don't feel cared for. If you cared that would mean something to me. I don't even feel like you care a little bit. You did ask to watch Killing E...