2004-08-02
one is the loneliest number
This has been the most depressing day I have had in a very long time. I miss them all already. I can't stop thinking of everyone and how they all mean so much to me now after these last three weeks.
I keep expecting to see my friends wherever I go. Walking down M Street, walking back to Georgetown, even back to my own room... My eyes keep deceiving me. They're not here anymore.
I know that not seeing everyone everday anymore is going to be the hardest part about leaving. I've been seeing them everyday for the last three weeks. It will be hell being back home. Back home I know I'll be completely separated from them.
I can't help but miss everyone. Personal letters are not my thing, but I'm sending one to everybody I've met once I get back home.
Home. I don't miss it yet. I miss these guys more. I miss everything. I want it all again.
Please?
tipsydrunk at 1:31 a.m.
