Sent Clarke an e-mail. Now I'm just sitting here, tapping my fingers, waiting for a reply.
I miss him so much more than I had ever expected to, and I had expected to miss him a lot. I hope he can feel how badly I wish he were here.
I need my Jack Donaghy, my Doctor Cox. My mentor. My cheerleader. I need someone to have my back, someone to point me in a direction, someone to tell me I'm doing the right thing.
I'm such an idiot.
Why do I need people to love me so much? Am I really the narcissist I hear, reading this back?
I don't know. If Clarke were here, I trust that he'd tell me the truth.
I hope he does anyway.
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