Its only been two days without you, and I already feel it weighing me down. I know that you are not feeling all too happy about being away from me as well. We talked today about how unhappy we both are if we are not together….It made me feel a little better; that I am not the only one feeling this miserable…but at the same time, I wish that you could have fun on your trip. Although a very small part of me wishes that you would just come home already.
The day goes by so slowly without you waiting for me. I wish that I could explain why, but it feels like I am just a ghost, coasting through the day. Every agonizing hour, I count down until you are home. How pathetic is that?
Now I’m lying in bed at 2:30 in the morning, and we got off the phone about an hour ago. You are already passed out, and I can’t sleep. I can’t stop thinking about you. I dream about you, and then I feel like I can’t breathe when I wake up and you aren’t there. You have infiltrated my life, and I don’t want it any other way.
I wish you were thinking of me as often as I am thinking about you. But you have entertainment where you are. All I have is work and the monotonous tasks that I do every single day the exact same way….
Anyway, Im going to drug myself so that I can sleep.