Until I can see my boyfriend again, its been almost exactly two weeks (another hour or so to be precise) since the last time I saw him. I’m worried about him dying on the plane, which I know is ridiculous because I’m assured he’s going to be fine (touch wood), but still, I’m looking forward to hearing he landed safely. A lot has gone on since he went and I can’t wait to sit up all night talking and finally not having to sleep alone. But for him to be able to get to my room I will have to move some of this shit off the floor, this may take awhile…
this isn’t real, is it?