lost in translation.

I feel so overwhelmed because I still have A FUCK TON of work to do.

I’m frustrated because I’m tired of reading about technology beyond my realm that hasn’t been invented yet…and have to write like 8 pages on it. 

And more writing to come.

And the damn plane isn’t even flying yet.

I’m close to imploding because it doesn’t seem like anyone can sympathize with what a pain in the neck this is.  I just want some fucking comfort and no one seems to really give a shit.  Especially you.  There are so many things I need to take care of and I’m getting close to breaking down and going nuts.

Well, fuck.

4 DAMN SHORT WEEKS LEFT.

I’ve got wayy more important things to do than to have these stupid feelings of doubt.

C’MON I’M SO CLOSE TO FINISHING.

Truthfully, after 10 months of completely ignoring each others’ existence, I must admit that I kind of  really miss you.

I miss our phone calls. I miss our Ikea trips.  I miss our KBBQ sessions.  I miss our museum visits.  I just miss having someone whom I can talk to without any restraints.

I am happy for you though, for whatever that is going on recently.  I just hope that I can actually hear all about it from you personally soon.

…we can be so damn immature -.-