It finally dawned upon me that while I loathe reading in other people's journals about how peachy their love lives are, I'm more than happy to spew the same emotional sap when mine is at an upswing. Now that I find myself navigating my twin mattress solo once more and aching for an end to the distance, those entries just piss me off again.
To think, not too long ago, I was writing those types of entries. I'm such a hypocrite...and I miss her...