Day 1 of Camp P.

Last night, the first thing I saw when I walked into Mason's house was of him crying. I immediately placed my things on the ground and held him. He was getting on Xbox; probably to cover up the pain of him leaving all over again.

Moira came out. She was upset too. Gave us each kisses on the head before going on her way. I snuggled Mason all night long. I tried my hardest to stay awake, but I ended up passing out multiple times on the couch. Mason constantly woke me up. He was sad I was sleepy... But I was exhausted from a hard days of useless work.

After he got done packing and watching Netflix and eating dinner, we went downstairs. We talked about it, teared up with each other, romanced with one another before finally falling asleep around 1 AM.

We got up at 5 AM. Mason got dressed, packed a few more things prior to going to the airport. Moira came with. We parked the car and followed Mason to his destination. We weren't able to wait with him because of how security works, so we said our goodbyes as he went through the line of people and onto the other side. I saw Hal too, but didn't say anything. I was too upset... I tried hard not to burst out crying. I knew if I did, Mason might have and it would be a giant mess.

Once we couldn't see him anymore, we left. I kept texting him and texting him, even while I drove, until he hopped on a plane at 7:30 AM. I dropped off his mom, I went home, and I bawled. I didn't go to school. I knew I wouldn't get through it without falling apart. I'm still doing homework though. I'm... dealing with some family issues right now so... that's doubling the sorrow and pressure.

Anyway... as you could have guessed, I'm not doing well AT ALL. I'm more or less in the mood of not caring... But I have to. I want to. For Mason. <3 I have to get through it like he has to get through his situation. If he's going to be successful, so am I. If he's going through a rough time, so am I. Let us defeat this together, honey. One day at a time.