i must have thought about you a million times over. it's pathetic. and depressing. and frustrating. i hate being upset but not knowing what about exactly. i hate feeling so unlike myself; so needy; so dependent on another for my own happiness. and it's being unfair to you too. from now on i'm gonna be making me a priority as well. so i don't feel as though i spent the entire day just waiting for you. though on most days i'd say the wait was worth it, sometimes it just leaves me wanting...
maybe i'll feel differently in the morning after some carbohydrates.