But I guess we will see. They never actually come when everyone is expecting them. In fact, I think my hurricane already came.
We were supposed to work during the storm together, wreak havoc at the hospital ‘summer camp,’ as I like to call it. Sigh. Work makes me miss you the most. We don’t actually fight at work, and you understand my crazy more than anyone else. I guess I will work during without you.
It’s weird because I find myself missing you so much, but then when you call me you kinda make me mad. Maybe because whatever meds they’re giving you make you still kinda seem fucked up, or maybe because I feel like you’re still trying to manipulate me. I wish I knew why I felt those things.
I used to tell you it wasn’t your using that hurt me or pissed me off, it was the lies, manipulation, and accusations. I was the bad guy if I questioned your sketchy behavior. I guess that’s why when you started being more honest about it, I thought we were moving in the right direction.
I just wish you would feel the happiness you deserve. I wish you could love you as much as I love you.
Blaaaaaa 