in fact, i think i already am. at least i know i used to be. and i'm getting back some of those terrible habits.
he wants space. to him, that means hanging out with his friends, playing computer games and getting set up with a phat job. for me, that means looking for a job i don't want and getting rejected, sitting at home waiting for him to call and thinking about how much i miss him.
"we were together everyday for nearly 2 weeks straight. it was fun, but it was way to much."
"its not real. we can't do that forever."
yeah i guess not.