Threeweeks

For three weeks, she sleeps through the rain.

I've gotta try, to keep her dry, or I'm out of ways.

Self books, love cooks, steal her away.

Through you know, and where you go, all in a day.

Lyrics to a song by Blue October.

Sometimes I'm not really sure I get what they're saying.

But then there are times when I'm curled up in bed, feeling like I should get up but I just don't see the point, and I'm listening to the rain falling outside, again and again, and it never seems to stop, and I know if the sun would just fucking come out everything would be okay. But until then, I just sit, trying to keep my mind off of everything that's bothering me, wishing for someone to ask if I'm okay.

It will be three weeks before I get to see any of them again. I'm excited to go home, but I'm going to miss them like whoa. It's amazing how attached you can become to people in just a few months. There are some people that I didn't even know last year that now, I can barely stand to be away from. There are some people that i don't even know how our relationship got to the point it's at. It's fun though. I'm enjoying myself, and I love them all. Only three weeks to go before I can hug them again.