My memory is corrupted. I'm sure you all have noticed that. I'm sure you all have noticed my mentality is wishy-washy. I'm trying my best to get good enough sleep every night and finish my work before the due date arrives. I have to set alarms these days as reminders to do a certain task such as going to the chiropractor or taking my pill at seven. I don't even have a job and my life is hectic right now...
Why? Because I'm stressing over Mason coming home? Seriously guys, is this feeling "normal?" I should probably bring that up in therapy... if I haven't already.
I'm excited for Mason coming home, don't get me wrong! But I'm nervous, too. It's been ten months... TEN MONTHS! That's the longest we've ever been apart from each other. I guess it's a big leap, you know? The days are finally winding down after so long... It's miraculous.
I can't wait. I can't wait to drive to the airport, wait by the gate, and see Mason appear. I'm going to be a weeping mess. Tears of joy, no doubt.
Almost there, honey. Almost there.
P.S: Starting Sunday, I'll post CreepyPasta's that are most likely the best Pasta's out there. Be prepared!
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| Ruby Beach, Washington |
With the ground beneath his feet as a canvas, photographer Abelardo Morell uses the camera obscura technique—focusing light through a small opening onto a dark surface—to inspire fresh appreciation for America's national parks.
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