I have no right to complain. But I want to anyways. I want to stamp my feet and cry, "No Fair!" But I don't want to be so immature. I don't want Zee to see me as an over-emotional pathetic excuse of a girlfriend. But I want her to know how upset I am with her gone and to make it all better.
It's worse when I'm tired.
Awake, bright-eyed, bushy-tailed - I am good to go! Not a care in the world; this year will fly by. My mom says how well I'm taking everything.
Late nights and sleepy mornings, though, I have to struggle to not focus on her absence.
The worst part? IT'S ONLY BEEN FOUR DAYS.
Makes me want to press my face into a pillow, pull the blankets over my head, and sleep, sleep, sleep.
The passing of time feels like it will be a fine line of a lessening of the pain and trying to hold onto the pain. Hating it but needing it. Wanting it and pushing it away.
Today's goal: Working on Zee's birthday package - my first military mail thing! And sleep. Oh, sleep. Beautiful, precious sleep...