So he leaves tomorrow, early in the morning. I'm going to miss him. It's not a good feeling I have. I feel sad, and in a way also like I did when I was a young child. Immature in a way that I don't like to acknowledge about myself. I feel like crying and in a way being unreasonable. I'm not...but I feel like doing it. I know it's just a few hours away, and he still has a load of stuff to do, not to mention he has to get some sleep, and still square things away with his roommates. I wish he was here with me. Fuck them all! Fuck responsibility! Where are your priorities man!!! You should be here with me! I should come first! (That's how I feel inside.) And then I feel like crying, when I realize that *no* I'm not number one in the priorities list. That's not to say that I'm not important...it's just that realistically, I am not the main focus right now..when he has a bunch of stuff to get done before he heads out. I feel sad.
melancholy
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