another fucking four day weekend.
needless to say, without her. completely out of touch. again.
i'll be out of her world and out of her mind.
to me, she'll just be unreachable. living her life. and i'll be thinking about her enough for both of us. many times over.
i hate days off.
days off = days alone = days when she's gone to me completely.
when she's gone, i don't exist. not to her. barely to me. i, that is, the body that is me, serves as a placeholder in this physical world until she returns. and when i hear her voice again, -then- i become real again.
barely an hour to go until she's gone from my reality and me from her entire existence.
for four long days.
fuck
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