Feeling: dismal

hailey is pretty much miserable. and wants to write a bitch entry.

its only been three days but feels like forever. i've never missed someone so much in my life. depressed much? yeah.

not wanting to talk, not eating, not wanting to crawl out of bed, not wanting to participate in normal everyday activities. aren't these grounds for antidepressants?

he couldn't have left at a worse time. school is piling up on me. work is awful, as always. July can't come fast enough.

I don't really know how people do this. I know I can, I love him enough to, but I never thought it would be this hard. four months didn't seem like a long time until he was gone. The worst part is, no visiting can occur. Maybe that'll make it that much better when I see him? A twin sized bed never seemed so big as it does when I sleep in it by myself.

I hate to see couples holding hands or kissing. It makes me physically ill. Knowing that I can't do that too; not now anyway. There is nothing I want more than to hold his hand walking down the street, or lean over and peck his cheek. Saying i love you over a text just isn't the same as whispering it in his ear.

Oh july, where are you?