I wish I were Schizophrenic

I miss your voice's warmth. I actually miss a lot of things. About you, I mean.

Lenghty talks is what I miss the most, though.

Or even short ones. Your voice is your voice, nontheless. I'd die less depressed if I heard you say "hi" one more time.

Valentine's day sucked because I missed these things.

Echoes of your laughter still bounce inside my head. That was a good thing six months ago.

You are so distant... is it because you want me to forget you? Or you hate me? 

Or you forgot me already?

Unfortunately, I fear all those possibilities equally.

So... I have not seen you in many weeks anyway.

Actually I saw you today. I called your name. But you didn't say a thing. Did you want to ignore me? You didn't answer my mail either.

Rarest thing though, I am expecting you to care.

Althought I get help to keep you out of my head, from a very special person, I still worry too much. I hope you're okay. I hope you're okay.

Next is a picture of a heart-shaped hourglass.

I think it's about time I go to sleep. I don't want to sleep. I don't feel like sleeping. Bye.

I feel worried, but a little cheerful.