When I'm Gone...
*BJ*'s plane took off at 9:30 this morning. He's now in Texas. For three and a half months. That's right. The glue holding me together is in another state. I'm not dealing with this too well. I feel amazingly depressed, which anyone who knows me, knows that that's not like me. But I plan to fly out there in mid-June to stay with him for a week. Which means I need money. Which I don't have. *sigh* But he keeps telling me that when he gets back, we'll both have money and then we can finally...wouldn't you like to know. Sorry, but that's between me and my sweetie. I'll let those know who need to know.
Well, I got a dog of my very own. Her name's Paige and she's half German Shepard and half Pit Bull. She's my baby, but she's oh-so-expensive. The drama continues in my life...all I do is work and go to school.
FUCK I'm listening to the song "When I'm Gone" by 3 Doors Down, and it's making me cry. I can't even write anymore. I'm so fucking depressed. Someone help.
Well, I got a dog of my very own. Her name's Paige and she's half German Shepard and half Pit Bull. She's my baby, but she's oh-so-expensive. The drama continues in my life...all I do is work and go to school.
FUCK I'm listening to the song "When I'm Gone" by 3 Doors Down, and it's making me cry. I can't even write anymore. I'm so fucking depressed. Someone help.