I miss him. I really do.

It's two more long weeks till his POP then no more hellhole to return to.

I wish it'd be so much easier than me sitting here waiting and waiting and waiting. And thinking of him so much isn't really helping.

And I've got so many things I want to say to him. I want to tell him about the interview I have coming up on Wednesday, which I really should be going to prepare for. And the interviews that will be open in July that I'm psyched about.

And I want to tell him all about my little plan. The one where I'd work my ass off for two years if I'd get that job. And I want to hear him say that he'll support me in that. That he'd wait for me.

But I can't tell him all that cause we dong have the time to talk for that long. And that sucks big time.

I miss just talking to him about everything and anything. And not having to worry about lights-out and what time he'd have to get up in the morning and all that sort.

I miss our playground chats.

I miss having you all to myself.