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I'm so proud of my mother. I'm exhausted from taking down the set, so I'll have to explain The Painted Muse another day...maybe at work tomorrow. But anyhow, The Painted Muse last night was a huge, huge success. Everyone looked amazing, too. I looked in the mirror latest in the night, though, and I'm afraid I looked horrid. Oh well.
I miss John. I don't see him again until the 12th. It's better that way. I still love him very much. I told him last night that he needed therapy and he said he's getting closer to going, that it just takes him awhile to warm up to things. Whatever. But ugh...I do love him. we both ended up crying at the end of the night, just before the lights came on and the music turned off. It wasn't bad though; it wasn't awful crying.
My heart is so sensitively fragile. I wish I didn't love John so much. I love the John he was last night. How unfair. I'm afraid.
I'm so glad Josh is here and will only be gone 18 days before coming back home. I love him so much that it hurts immensely every time he leaves. What is this crazy life/world, where we are constantly forced to say goodbye to people we love? It's all a choice between whom I want to say goodbye to more often. I hate it.
I'm tired of feeling so broken. In happiness and togetherness, there's so much sadness; nothing lasts forever.
I miss John. I don't see him again until the 12th. It's better that way. I still love him very much. I told him last night that he needed therapy and he said he's getting closer to going, that it just takes him awhile to warm up to things. Whatever. But ugh...I do love him. we both ended up crying at the end of the night, just before the lights came on and the music turned off. It wasn't bad though; it wasn't awful crying.
My heart is so sensitively fragile. I wish I didn't love John so much. I love the John he was last night. How unfair. I'm afraid.
I'm so glad Josh is here and will only be gone 18 days before coming back home. I love him so much that it hurts immensely every time he leaves. What is this crazy life/world, where we are constantly forced to say goodbye to people we love? It's all a choice between whom I want to say goodbye to more often. I hate it.
I'm tired of feeling so broken. In happiness and togetherness, there's so much sadness; nothing lasts forever.