|Current mood:|| worried|
|Current music:||the television|
The past few days have been...tiring to say the least. Daniel keeps insisting I go back to LA, but I'm not leaving just yet. Taylor seems to be doing better. Physically at least, I'm not to sure about emotionally, I haven't really talked to him about things. When I go in to visit him, we mainly talk about music, laugh about Daniel floating around on his little Orlando cloud or something else like that.
I'm worried about Daniel. He says he's fine, but I don't believe that for a minute. He's been so worried about everyone else that he forgets to take care of himself. I have to keep reminding him to take his medication and he's not getting nearly enough rest. He'd probably stay at the hospital 24/7 if I didn't make him go back to the hotel to rest.
I'm not really in the mood to update at the moment. Words and I don't seem to be agreeing much lately. Maybe one of these days I'll be able to write a more ellaborate post. These fragmented ones are shameful.