May 01, 2014
Looks like the end
Being away from you makes me so sad. I'd like to be angry, or not feel anything at all, but really I'm just sad. I cry at home. I cry at work. I cry in the car. But talking to you makes me sick to my stomach. The thought of seeing you makes me want to throw up even though I'd give anything to have dinner and watch a movie like we always do. Thinking about you makes me want to keel over because my thoughts are so consumed by you all day everyday I can't focus.
I love you and it makes me sick. It's a disease eating me alive and I'm so scared there's no cure.
scullerymaid at 10:01 p.m.