Oh the sickness

It seems that I am always sick on my birthday. If not my birthday it's Christmas. This year my birthday was chosen and I have been completely miserable for the last week. It doesn't help that the last couple of days have been the first time in three months I have been on the same continent as the man I love, yet I can not see him. I believe that is making me even more miserable. He is less than five hours away from me right at this moment. It will only be this way for another two days. I wish that I could just get on the road and drive. Soon enough, I suppose, I will be with him and won't have to worry about the distance. Nothing is worse than a long distance relationship. We have been together for nearly nine months now and five of them have been spent apart. It's nice to know that we both are very strong willed people and don't let it effect our relationship. Even though it really does suck and I miss him dearly.

Well, in closing... I'm all alone and Happy Birthday to me!

It Has Begun...

It's truly amazing what people do now days. Whatever happened just writing down things on paper for you and only you to read? It seems that life is no longer personal. Everybody must know everything about everyone else, yet at the same time time they want everyone else to know everything about them. Why have we put ourselves into this crazy world? What is our fascination with everyone else's lives? Why must we tell the world all of our problems? And this I tell you is why I am slightly insane. I complain about the very thing that I am doing at this moment. I complain about complaining. I too live to read about others and for others to read about me. Oh, the life I have made for myself. Soon I may be completely insane.