I hate my life.

I haven’t spoken to Julien, like reallie spoken to him for more than 2 minutes, in almost 2 weeks. I missed his call just barely twice yesterday. He left for Poland today, and gets back Sunnday I think, so I probably won’t get to talk to him until maybe Monday for a minute, because I have to meet with my lawyer that day, or Tuesday for a couple of minutes, maybe Wednesday for a minute or two, but probably not reallie until next Thursday. That will be 4 weeks since I last spoke to him for real.

I miss him so much. I just don’t understand why he had to leave me like this. I mean, I guess it’s a good experience or whatever, but I hate him being gone. I just want him to come home. I miss him so much that it hurts sometimes, and it’s not even half way through yet. Two months from yesterday… 8 weeks and 4 days… 60 days…..

I just want him to come home.