I enjoy going to parties where people are happy to see me out. It makes me feel nice. I miss my boyfriend terribly. It's bad because I'm always being a bitch to him because I think it's his fault that he's gone, though I know he has to work. Love is the worst thing ever.
It has been 3 weeks since I have seen my boyfriend. The only good thing about him being gone is a I see my friends as much as I want and I dont have to feel bad about it. The three day weekend was amazing to say the least.