this is the story of a girl

so he left to go out of town for almost three weeks yesterday.

pms has me more than overwhelmed thinking about living in an empty apartment that long.

i’m really not that good at being by myself.

to prove his namesake, wonderboy called out of the blue today to see if i wanted to grab lunch. he pulled me out of a major funk. i was grateful.

his facebook status is now "wonderboy loves it when she smiles."

9 years of habit have me hoping that i’m the "she" even though i know i’m probably not.

ugh. self worth not so high at the moment.

i need the weekend.