Remi is the context.
Too distracted, I cannot sublimate anything. I am thankful for the evening spent in my office cubicle, away from the suffocation brought by staying all alone in my room. Tonight is gonna be hell. I still have not figured out how I am to pull this week’s Friday night, but in celebration of all things damned in my life, I have decided to drink – just boring and classic and a typical Friday night like all others.
Didn’t happen. I binged on fries and Kento Nanami instead.
It’s the July 15th that I have celebrated since 2017 – not a single one of them with fond memories I cherish, really. And tonight, away from any comforting presence, I am to spend it – of all places – in my office cubicle.
Where’d my friends go? Jane has not spoken to me. I think that Marcus pretty much knows about what I have been up to with Remi. I received a text message from him this morning, pretty much telling me to get my shit together and stop being unreasonable. There was no context to that message, but no deduction’s needed.
Remi is the context.
And why not ask Remi? I just spent last night with him, that is why. I am not about to display my emotions before him – I am not about to ruin what agreement we have by going through the entire song and dance about The Legendary July 15™ of my life.
Long story short, I have not figured out how to spend the remaining hours without falling apart. This hospital is a shitty place, but it’s the only place that is willing to house me at the moment.
I will be all right.
ASLH 
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