So Nick left at five a.m. this morning. I should be used to it by now, but it always makes me really sad and, for some reason, nervous too. It's almost like I worry in advance about how I'm going to pass the time for eight days. Like when I'm not with him all I'm doing is passing time. It's such a stupid way to think. I have to find a way to talk myself out of it....
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