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So my car has been leaking oil right?

So I take that bitch in to get it looked at.

Its going to cost over 300 dollars to get it fixed.

And even after they do that its not guaranteed that next month something else isn’t going to fucking happen.

Why? Because they have to rip shit apart to figure out where the hell the leak is coming from.

Fuck that. I am not dropping 300 (ormore) dollars on a car I am not going to be driving that much longer because I am moving to Portland.KTHANKS.

I hate this day.

I would like it to be over.

Jesus Effing Christ.

Every Goddamn time I look at facebook someone else is getting engaged.

All I want is to get out of this little tiny fucking town.

Literally the other night at my friend’s birthday party this girl and this guy asked me about Phil and I and where he was. I said Portland and that I intended on moving there. “Portland…Where is that?” Really….Really?

AllIWantx2 is to be with my boyfriend, who I couldn’t be more in love with.

Granted I may have only been there a week. But getting a taste of what it would be like to live there and with him…was the best thing ever.

Deep breaths. I need to be patient.

LOL when I was in Portland, Phil and I actually did this…

e408y said: how so?

I went to Portland to visit my boyfriend of a year and a half. I had to leave on Tuesday to come back. Needless to say I am not doing well. I’m not okay. I miss him. I love him. And I really need to be with him. The night I got home I talked to my mom about moving there. I don’t have anything going for me in this town that I am in. I’m working at a dead end job. I have little friends.

While I was away I missed my mother, my friend, and my cat. That is it. I did not miss “home” one bit. In talking to my mom and a few others about it. I feel like I’m not getting the support and love that I need.

My heart aches. I don’t feel well. I know that as the days and weeks go on that we are apart more that we both will start feeling a little better and that it will get a tiny bit easier.

This time apart needs to go by fast. And when things start falling together I can only hope and pray they fall together the way we want them to, efficiently.

I’m in love, I’m in love, and I don’t care who knows it!