I had hoped last night that when I got home that Teddy would be online but I guess my little wish didn't happen.
Last night at work, I almost cried because I miss him so much. I almost cried on the way home and I almost cried here at the house. But I kept telling myself "Angel's Don't Cry." It's just getting harder and harder to survive each day without knowing if he's okay, what he's thinking or simply talking to him.
I almost had the urge last night to just drive down there. But I didn't because again I'm too damned scared to go pass Monticello and pass Panola road. I'm useless.
I don't know how I'm making it through this. Stephen needs to hurry up and get back to campus. *sigh* It's not fair really.
I think I'll go and read my book now. I'm getting down in the dumps. I just want him so bad. I want to be in his arms. I want to hear from him. I want...I want so bad to just talk to him. I'd give anything. Anything at all....
