Roger brings me peace. I love him, dearly. I kinda miss him too. I haven't talked to him in forever, it seems. Just a talk and tea, nothing too elegant. He's not an elegant guy. He can be an arsehole sometimes, all bossy and shit, but he's also a real softy. I mean, he sleeps at night muttering things like, 'You make me so happy' and 'I love you, David'.

Scratch the last part, change David to Jane.

I've called him 'noodle' before, I reckoned he kind of liked it. I don't know. He's quite fond of a lot of things that he says it annoying that then is a hypocritical about the whole thing.

He's a huge hypocrite when it comes to loving his 'little sister,' as the rest of the boys call me.

Waters and I are very much alike, in a way. Both taking things way too far, and not caring about where that will that us in the future. Both bassists, who have a shitload of feelings they need to take care of but don't know how. (Have you seen my poems/rants?) and secretly scared of what others see us as being.

Here I sit, in a black t-shirt, drawing the characters from the Wall, trying to comprehend the things that happened to day, hoping to see Roger again.

Have a great night, guys. I'll see you soon. 💚It's Geez💜