Don't come see me. That's all I can say.

Your parents are right. It's not fair. And the only way to fix that is by telling you to not come over. Next time I'll see you is when I come to your house. Which I don't know when that'll be, the first weekend after I start school? Maybe, who knows.

But god this hurt. All these complications. They're unnecessary, but they hurt. I hate that its hurting you, and I hate its hurting me. It's hurting our relationship too. And making me literally sick. I just hope we get through this cause we have a lot more ahead of us.