I have been waiting for, for almost a year now.
I have been in excruciating (at times) pain for WAY to long. Tomorrow... it will all be done. NO... I'm not dying!
I'm going under the knife... well, arthroscopic knife, for arthroscopic microdiscectomy. And they'd better give me some drugs, dammit.
I'm done being the way I am today... D-O-N-E... done.
So, I'll write later, so you know I'm still alive.
You wish you had someone to share it with.
I'll admit I've been feeling a little lonely - of the heart.
I want a Jerry... all of my own. Or a Jesse, just someone that makes my heart beat a little faster, my stomach turn, someone that awakens all those butterflies that live in our tummies.
I've been single almost a year now (excluding one non-relationship that almost was, really). And I've been fine.
Now I own a home... with Lucy. And it seems a little sad.
