Life and love never showed up with all the things they promised me.

Only I make life truly free.

It’s driving me crazy that I can’t have it all.

Okay, so maybe…

I’m a bit jealous.

NOT of the whole mushy “love conquers all” thing that you two have going on,

But of the fact that she means more to you than I do.

I mean, you’ve only known me for 971 days. (2 years, 7 months, and 28 days)

Then again, who knows? Does an physical presence actually give one relationship a heightened importance over the other? That’s what I would assume, but I don’t want to seem like a “know-it-all-cunt”.

Again, I don’t really know, but my bitching does nothing but piss you off, so whatever.

I want you to be happy, but not forget about me in the process. I don’t get to see you enough as it is.

I love you, and I don’t want you to leave me again.

It would hurt even more the second time around…

I’m so

fucking

tan.

I’m so happy.

Headed back to the ATL tomorrow, sadly.

This has been one of the best trips of my life.