Dear K,

Do you ever get mists in the morning? The kind that dissipate in full sun, but hug and skirt the ground, cloaking familiar in unfamiliarity. Making old seem strange? We get those mists here sometimes.

Until about six hours ago I would have told you things are going very well for me.

Now, I feel cut off and alone. I feel disconnected. I don't know anyone in this city. I'm lonely. I'm uncertain about the future. I'm scared. I'm sick of people only looking out for themselves. I miss my little river town where nothing ever happens.

I wish I had someone to sleep with. I wish I could wake up next to somebody. Report in with them. Tell them about my day. Rub their back and hear about theirs.

I don't like anybody I meet. I don't meet anybody I like. I don't meet anybody. I hate online dating. My hope reserves are exhausted.

I'll be better soon.

Someday,
K