GET A GRIP WOMYN!
THIS IS SO BAD. ITS ALMOST OVER, HE'S ALMOST HOME. I DON'T KNOW HOW TO EXPLAIN WHAT I'M FEELING. ITS ALMOST LIKE A PANIC ATTACK, BUT A LIL DIFF. ITS REALLY SAD HOW MUCH I DEPEND ON HIM. I LOVE HIM SO. HE'S BEEN GONE FOR TWO WKS. I'VE BEEN TRYING NOT TO THINK OF IT ALL THAT MUCH. ITS SO HARD. I CAN'T NOT. HE'S ON MY MINE LIKE... ALL DAY. EVERY 1/2 HR. HE'S IN MY MIND. I DON'T KNOW HOW TO STOP THIS. SOMETIMES I YEARN FOR HIS TOUCH SO BAD, I CLOSE MY EYES AND IMAGINE HIS SKIN ON MINE, HIS BREATH, HIS WARMTH AND MY EYES WATER. I CAN'T BREATH. I NEED HIM. FUCK JOURNAL, WTF HAVE I GOTTEN MYSELF INTO???? IF THIS IS WHAT ITS LIKE TO BE WITH HIM AND NOT HAVE HIM NEAR, I DON'T WANT TO KNOW WHAT IT'LL BE LIKE IF HE DUMPS ME. I DON'T KNOW HOW I WOULD HANDLE IT... I MEAN, I HAVE AN IDEA, BUT ITS NOT A GOOD THING. MARK AND LIL B ARE DONE EATING. I HAVE TO GO.