Damage.

I was finally really happy. Everything was going really well for me. But of course something has to come along and screw it all up. 8 months and 9 days of seeing each other and kickin it every single day, to maybe seeing each other every weekend. I can't do it:[ I know I can't. I'm sick of crying. I'm sick of thinking about it, knowing there's really no bright side. Because there isn't. I'm sick of this fucking lump in my throat and I'm scared to death of next week. I don't want it to come. I wish today would be the longest fucking day ever. But I know our relationship was way too good for something not to go wrong. Because when things seem too good to be true, it probably is. I love you. You're my everything. You're not supposed to be..but you are. I just wanna be with you. How we are every single day for the past 8 months and I don't want anything to change. I don't want distance between us. I need you here. I hate walking around and seeing other couples so happy. They're always taking pictures and putting it all over their myspace with their cute smiles and holding hands and all that. Going over to each other's houses and spending time with each other..we had that. Why do they get to do that for years and more to come, while all we have is a mere 8 months. This is so unfair.