ava keeps talking about vienna. god, i’m not ready yet. i’m not ready for her to go, i’m not ready to start over. it makes me crazy, makes me think weird thoughts like how i want to pin her wrists down to the marble countertop or something so she can’t go. want to beg her not to go. i’m never gonna make a friend like her again. i’m never gonna have a home like this again. i’m going to be so alone.