glueberries

I have nothing of any value to add here. Everytime I try to think of something of substance, I get this gut feeling that I better stop for fear of sudden implosion.

The past few days have been somewhat rough. but I'm used to all that now. It's just an idea.

I've been contemplating the dynamics between someone that I didn't know I would miss until they actually left and I. I knew he was leaving, but I didn't think it would impact me as greatly as it did. It turns out, he is one of the only people I still feel I can turn to. But the Air Force isn't always so forgiving for grieving ex girlfriends. It has come up that I should visit him, in New Mexico. And something came to my mind shortly thereafter...Is it better to go, knowing that I have to leave after a week and it will be a long time before I can see him again...or just not to go at all?

It's so bizarre how these things work out. I never cared completely until he became my only friend. oh well, I'm always making mountains out of mole-hills. I've never encountered a mole-hill by the way. I'm just alone, and lonely at that. and theres no other way to put it. I miss everything about being a girlfriend.
But I won't miss when my tattoo itches. holy mother is that annoying.

fin.