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You’re fantastic.
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I love him.
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Straight talk about Gay rights (-Fck H8) Talk to me here.
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Yes.
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This is to Emily. This movie makes me think of you.
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“I’m miles from where you are. I lay down on the cold ground. I pray that something picks me up and sets me down in your warm arms.”
Trust me, I do not like to post “oh poor me” shit, but this is the only place I have left to vent anymore…besides to him.
Tyler officially lost his job, which actually didn’t turn out to be as horrible as everyone thought. He actually has time to do everything he wanted to do. Tyler has been working on his Datsun and actually making progress, he has been doing a bunch of small jobs which actually makes him happy….and he signed up for school. I am so happy and proud of him. What’s the bad news? Well, the school is in Houston. That ladies and gentlemen is six hours away from me. I know that isn’t very far, but I only see him two, maybe three times, a week. Tyler being six hours away…I am only going to see him on holidays and maybe on long weekends when one of us can drive to see one another.
I am actually having a hard time dealing with this. I feel like such a pansy too. I mean…we’ve been together four years, and I can’t help but feel like I should be stronger about this. Why am I crying about him leaving? It’s only six hours. We are still in the same state. We can call each other and text all the time. Hell, even Skype each other…so why am I making a big deal about this. I do not want to feel this way.
I feel like I feel sorry for myself way too much. I am so happy for him. He is actually going to be going to school. I am trying to keep my head up, but I do not feel like I am succeeding. He’ll be moving in August which is months away, and I will still have plenty of time to be with him all the time. I know all that, but I just can’t stop counting the weeks as they go by. Sometimes, I am able to bury it in the back of my mind, but sooner or later it pops up again.
What am I going to do?
“If you asked me how I am doing, I would say I am doing just fine. I would lie and say that you are not on my mind, but I go out and sit at a table set for two, and finally I am forced to face the truth…”
