She is not here-- for almost one week.

I should have gone first and I'm still not sleeping. I’m just sitting now on the sofa while staring at the third coffee I’m drinking. My head hurts like hell at my thoughts. I still have a lot of school works to pass, I’m still processing the paperwork for the upcoming business we’re going to do, and even though I already know where Diana is, I still can’t help but worry. I know she's old enough and I know that she can take care of herself, I want to know what her condition is right now. She also doesn’t go to school,...