Just a little bit longer...

Too bad it's not Valentine's Day.
I've never really been a fan.
Only one year really stands out as a good one for that holiday.

Maybe this year will be better.
He'll be there.
We'll have our "home".
Life should be good.



We found the apartment we want.
I'm so ecstatic about it.
I absolutely can not wait to move and all.
It already feels like home in that town...and we're not even there yet.


Just a little bit longer.
And I'll be back in his arms where I belong.

far from what you think.

I don't understand how you can honestly expect me to come home more than I do when you do not make any effort what-s0-ever to make me feel like I'm actually wanted there.
It doesn't feel like home anymore.
I'm sorry.
It's YOUR home.
Not mine.
I'm officially a nomad-again.
I can not honestly believe that you think I don't miss you all.
Like, I'm just out on my own partying all the time just having the time of my life.
I'm not saying that I haven't had my share of fun out here, but it gets lonely.
The phones work both ways.
I mean, honestly, how sad is it that I've only really been able to talk to you online.
You expect me to make time to call you and talk to you--while not picking up the phone to do the same.
Even online, I'm the first to make conversation.

And you get mad when I come home and don't see only you.
I can't afford to do that. I'm sorry.
You know, it's crazy to me how you fuss that I don't spend time with you all, but when I do, you only fuss that I wasn't there long enough.
Oh, but wait, how many times have you made the effort to see me?
Yeah, that's what I thought.

It gets lonely. You don't call.
You only fuss.
If you really want me to come around more than I do you would hold your breath for two seconds and appreciate when I am there, instead of complaining that I'm not doing enough.


Maybe this is selfish to say.
Maybe it's wrong.

But it's necessary.