Haven't written in a while. Right now, I should be working on a logic assignment.
Continued on 2/9
I miss you. I miss a lot of people right now. A lot of people I shouldn't be missing. And I'm missing opportunities I missed out on.
I have a never ending list of people I should catch up with, yet I have no one to talk to right now. Loneliness isn't the lack of people in your life - it's the lack of people in your life that are willing to listen to anything you say.
I said, "I love you." His response? "Mhm." - I should've been upset. Instead, I'm smiling from the text I just. I'm excited to see you tonight. Counting down the hours, in fact. Though I'm not sure if it's hours till I get to leave this hell hole, or hours until I get to see you.
Either way, the answer is two and a half. 1 hour and 5 minutes worth will be spent in class. 5-10 minutes, spent waiting for a bus that is always late, never ceasing to disappoint my quickly growing cold ears.Another 5, packing up from wherever I managed to hide on campus to waste the last hour I have left having to stay here.
I might actually finish an entire page today. Granted, the enter key and the few sentences I typed out the other day are kind of cheaters. But at least I'm writing again. I have a muse. An adorable muse, whose texts make me smile. Whose half asleep responses to my goodbyes in the morning make my day.Whose sweatshirt is old and broken in, a good substitute to cuddling for when he's not around. I'm not going to turn my face to the wall tonight. First off, because sleeping on that shoulder hurts right now. But also because I can't remember the last night I spent the entire night cuddling with him. I miss that. I miss his temper. He doesn't know it, but his rants about the government are sexy, even if I disagree.
Class is going to make me cut this short. But I'm to the bottom of the page, and that's what's important, right? Not necessarily what you write, or how good what you write is. As long as you type out your page for the day, you've accomplished something. What, I'm not quite sure. I'll leave figuring that out to the next full page I write.
Continued on 2/9
I miss you. I miss a lot of people right now. A lot of people I shouldn't be missing. And I'm missing opportunities I missed out on.
I have a never ending list of people I should catch up with, yet I have no one to talk to right now. Loneliness isn't the lack of people in your life - it's the lack of people in your life that are willing to listen to anything you say.
I said, "I love you." His response? "Mhm." - I should've been upset. Instead, I'm smiling from the text I just. I'm excited to see you tonight. Counting down the hours, in fact. Though I'm not sure if it's hours till I get to leave this hell hole, or hours until I get to see you.
Either way, the answer is two and a half. 1 hour and 5 minutes worth will be spent in class. 5-10 minutes, spent waiting for a bus that is always late, never ceasing to disappoint my quickly growing cold ears.Another 5, packing up from wherever I managed to hide on campus to waste the last hour I have left having to stay here.
I might actually finish an entire page today. Granted, the enter key and the few sentences I typed out the other day are kind of cheaters. But at least I'm writing again. I have a muse. An adorable muse, whose texts make me smile. Whose half asleep responses to my goodbyes in the morning make my day.Whose sweatshirt is old and broken in, a good substitute to cuddling for when he's not around. I'm not going to turn my face to the wall tonight. First off, because sleeping on that shoulder hurts right now. But also because I can't remember the last night I spent the entire night cuddling with him. I miss that. I miss his temper. He doesn't know it, but his rants about the government are sexy, even if I disagree.
Class is going to make me cut this short. But I'm to the bottom of the page, and that's what's important, right? Not necessarily what you write, or how good what you write is. As long as you type out your page for the day, you've accomplished something. What, I'm not quite sure. I'll leave figuring that out to the next full page I write.
