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I seem to be posting more frequently than I have, probably in a year. I guess its all in being home, and having as much time as I do to reflect and to type. Currently I'm dressed in a towel. Woke at 5, worked till 4, and worked out. I'm too tired to do anything, from an eventful weekend in New York city and returning to hospital shifts. Everyone is gone, but its something I don't mind too much because of my fatigue. I am so concerned with losing the current ones surrounding me: my grandparents, my family, my coworkers, my workout buddies... Being able to sit on a couch, make my own food, and drive- around; I have become accustomed to this life I used to live, once again. I'm nervous of another addictive routine back in Long Island.
Philipp isn't home, its throwing me off more than I had suspected. As sad and pathetic as it may seem, since I met him we never went longer then a day without at least texting, even when we were just friends (whenever that was...) And since I went to New York on Thursday, we have yet to have more than Facebook messages corresponding to our opposite time zones. I woke up this morning with a slight hole in me, I miss the warmth of his body, words, and heart. We will soon stick like glue again, 72 hours? but whose counting.
I am tired lately. I am getting thinner. I am feeling a little insecure about myself... maybe its this time of year. Dreams seem so tasteful at the moment, where I can dream of life with my him again. I try not to be so romantic, but I'm learning to accept that part of me.
Philipp isn't home, its throwing me off more than I had suspected. As sad and pathetic as it may seem, since I met him we never went longer then a day without at least texting, even when we were just friends (whenever that was...) And since I went to New York on Thursday, we have yet to have more than Facebook messages corresponding to our opposite time zones. I woke up this morning with a slight hole in me, I miss the warmth of his body, words, and heart. We will soon stick like glue again, 72 hours? but whose counting.
I am tired lately. I am getting thinner. I am feeling a little insecure about myself... maybe its this time of year. Dreams seem so tasteful at the moment, where I can dream of life with my him again. I try not to be so romantic, but I'm learning to accept that part of me.