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!
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