...I'm Leavin' But I Don't Know Where To...

Grrr... She's leaving, and I don't want her to leave. *Sigh* Two whole hours is far too long. I suppose there's something I should be doing with these two hours... Homework? Yup, should be doing that. Will I? Fuck no. Walk? Yes, a walk will do my nerves wonders. I think I need a tea... Yes, a tea. Good!

Oh well, maybe tonight will be the night, just like she said... Maybe the truth will come streaming out in waves, maybe they'll break up, maybe this will be a great night in the end. Or maybe they'll just have fun. Either way, in the end, she'll still come back and be mine, and I know that despite all the worries that plague me, that's the one thing I never have to worry about: her leaving. We're in this together, until the end, and she'll either be with both him and I (but mostly me) or be with me entirely. Either way, just having her, just knowing that I make her happy is enough to keep me going.

Just two days, two whole days, and then we'll be in each others arms once more. Oh, wait, I mean just two more days, two whole days, and we'll be platonically enjoying each others friendship. For the entire weekend. That better? Ha ha ha, I also enjoyed a good laugh. Shit, now I'm getting sarcastic, it really is time for a walk. Actually, sarcasm isn't so bad... I have a theory that intelligent people are naturally sarcastic. Almost everyone I know who I would call "smart" is at least a bit sarcastic, while there are many people that I would call "not-so-smart" that aren't. Perhaps it just takes some intelligence to understand? Either way.

So, two more days, and then we'll be as free as we always were, two more days and nothing will have changed. Two days is far, far too long to wait for her. I love you Jill.