Whenever she gets home, I just turn into a total idiot, and just repeat the same questions over and over again.
I guess that's why I like LiveJournal so much. It gives me a chance to vent, and she reads it. So she'll find out soon anyhow.
I wish she could at least sleep here tonight. I need her here.
This place has been my home for a little over a year now. I've had some good times, I've had some bad times. But I'm going to miss them both.
I think I've at least gotten to the point of acceptance...