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Thursday, July 1, 2010

My enemy, Summer...

I don't like that I am worried jealous when it comes to her. I sometimes think it's justified though. Everyone loves her. Except me...

I can't help it. She's bright and happy and steals Max away from me for days at a time. She forces me to have to constantly reevaluate myself into becoming a "better" person.

I am completely aware but don't care in the slightest that jealousy is unattractive and makes me seem foolish. But she's hot!

If you haven't figured it out yet, I'm not talking about a person- I'm referring to the season. Why is it so freakin hot!?

And I hate that Max always leaves me in Summer. I cry every single time. Why am
I such a baby?? The next two weeks will be spent saying hello and goodbye as he goes on three different trips- none of which I will be a part of. No memories with me or pictures with me in them or soft kisses under a different state's sky. This is something I only have the courage to write about and never say. My best friend has been enduring a long distance relationship for the past 4 1/2 years- who am I to complain? Especially around her! I'm pathetic that's what.

I still can't help it though- I'm such a worry wart! Everytime he leaves I feel like a military wife whose husband has to leave her and may not come back. How sick is that??

I wasn't built for long distance relationships and
okay with that. I just don't like summer- that's all.


Adieu.