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WARNING: YOU ARE ABOUT TO READ MUSHY, WHINEY, PMS-Y GIRL CRAP. THAT IS ALL.
I really miss Kyle. It's not so much that I think about him constantly and it makes me sad. It's somewhat the opposite. Since he's not around I think of him -less- and there's this huge empty space where I realize now, I think about him in the back of my head 24/7 when he's local. And I have no idea what to do with this empty space. I should probably put some temporary filler in there but I'm not sure what. I don't even miss sex or anything, I just miss him holding me, kissing my cheek and saying weird things like "I'm on the mosey". Whenever he calls I get annoyed because it's like this 10 minute tease. I was about to go to bed tomorrow and I was thinking to myself "Oh tomorrow morning Kyle is coming over early so he can slip into bed with you and sleep." I don't even know where that thought came from since it was totally untrue. I guess I just subconciously wanted it to be true. I know no one wants to hear or read about it which is why I turn to my ever so faithful journal. If my journal decided it didn't want to listen to me anymore, I'd be at a loss.
4 more days.
*dies*
I really miss Kyle. It's not so much that I think about him constantly and it makes me sad. It's somewhat the opposite. Since he's not around I think of him -less- and there's this huge empty space where I realize now, I think about him in the back of my head 24/7 when he's local. And I have no idea what to do with this empty space. I should probably put some temporary filler in there but I'm not sure what. I don't even miss sex or anything, I just miss him holding me, kissing my cheek and saying weird things like "I'm on the mosey". Whenever he calls I get annoyed because it's like this 10 minute tease. I was about to go to bed tomorrow and I was thinking to myself "Oh tomorrow morning Kyle is coming over early so he can slip into bed with you and sleep." I don't even know where that thought came from since it was totally untrue. I guess I just subconciously wanted it to be true. I know no one wants to hear or read about it which is why I turn to my ever so faithful journal. If my journal decided it didn't want to listen to me anymore, I'd be at a loss.
4 more days.
*dies*