Holly Holy Love
I hate the fact that I miss him.
I also love the fact that I miss him.
Screwed up? Yes, you could say that. Not screwed up that I miss him, screwed up that I love it and hate it at the same time.
I hate the fact that on a perfect rainy day when I'm very tired and am longing to take a nap I have to go to Communications 1 and explain to my professor the reasons why I've missed class the past two weeks and why I'm behind on all of my work.
(That was an irritatingly long run-on sentence. I apologize)
Oh well. No one's fault but my own, I guess.
I really miss him.
I also love the fact that I miss him.
Screwed up? Yes, you could say that. Not screwed up that I miss him, screwed up that I love it and hate it at the same time.
I hate the fact that on a perfect rainy day when I'm very tired and am longing to take a nap I have to go to Communications 1 and explain to my professor the reasons why I've missed class the past two weeks and why I'm behind on all of my work.
(That was an irritatingly long run-on sentence. I apologize)
Oh well. No one's fault but my own, I guess.
I really miss him.