This is the most beautiful thing. Can we send her flowers?
It’s weeks like this that I miss home desperately. Where home equals my friends-that-are-family, the friends that I know in my heart I can count on in any situation. B, S, all my Reagle folk. They’re the people in this world that I am the happiest around, that I know will always be at my side, no matter what.
I don’t have that here. And to be honest, it really fucking sucks.
This week has been really bad for me. Everything that could go wrong, went wrong. Every time that I did something, I fucked up.
It doesn’t help that I have a killer headache, sore throat, and feel like I’m about to vomit at any minute.
Can’t wait for this weekend, when I can sleep, block out the world, and skype with B.