Day Fifteen. Wilted.

So, it's day 15, but it turns out, she'll be home in another 6 days. Not three. I feel wilted, she texted me saying someone broke into her car, so everyone's in a panic, but everything's okay. But that she'll be home on sunday, which is shit. Because I was so excited for her to be home on Thursday, part of me knew this would happen though, so I'm just sitting here in a dead looking state, considering going downstairs to drink wine and cry. Very tempting.

But I guess, it's only 5 days tomorrow, so i'll have to backtrack. What didn't kill me, made me stronger, when I was in a long distance relationship, I'm just so scared of being without her, makes me feel so ill and sad. I don't know if I can do this without ending up miserable. But I am promising myself I can, so i'm going to go watch an idiot abroad and write down how i'm feeling, take deep breaths, and think about her.

So fucking alone and i'm damn sick of it.