It was a nice escape.
Until I woke up. Now, it feels like I'm just grasping for whatever little nerve I have left to not break down.
I hate how this is leaving me... Work this morning was no help either. I went to work for 6 hours this morning, and I guess from my emotional torture I slept it off. Only to wake up to it, again.
These feelings will only go away once I hear from Josh. I know I shouldn't let these emotions imoble me... but there's no way of describing it. It hits you.
It's the second week and third day since he's been gone.
God I miss him. It aches.
Playing Norah Jones while typing this doesn't help...
I have to talk to Josh... He said he'd get leave for Thanksgiving, but that's adding another 3 weeks to when I can see him.
I knew boot camp was bad, but I didn't think it would be this bad. A school, I'm praying, won't isolate him this badly.
I'll learn soon enough.
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