I think I'm doing pretty good considering the circumstances...I miss him, I love him,
and I'm waiting on him. I go through every single day counting down the days until
Sunday so I can get my weekly phone call. It's like he is in prison or something...I
feel like a crazy person, like this whole situation...it just makes me feel like I am so
different than everyone else in my life. I hate this. I hate it, I hate it, I hate it.
Idk what I can do with myself at this point, it's like just grrrrrrrr....I wanna punch
someone, I literally yelled at a lady at work today. She deserved it, but still..I'm
not allowed to do that...that's a no-no. Whatever, I miss and love my airman...I
can't wait to see him again.