I hate sleeping in solitude. I wish you would sneak in my window, just to slumber. Or talk. Not necessarily every night. But any night. Once a month. I'd be okay with it. But on the other hand, I'm content with the time we spend together. I'll always want more, no matter what, y'know?
I'm starting to be able to sleep again, though.
Maybe being content is the key.
Although this afternoon, I was contemplating spending another 35 hours at school this week. It made me want to commit suicide. I'm not joking, either. It's such a dismal thought. Higher education.. Yeah, alright.
I just hope it goes by fast... This weekend wont necessarily be anything special, but as long as I'm with you, it will be. If that made any sense at all. I guess I'm just trying to say you make everything worthwhile.
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