Haven’t heard his voice all day, it’s killing me. My room is a mess, trying to pack as much as I can in a 3 week barrier without over packing, leaving nothing to wear but house clothes and socks. Truth is, I have no reason to go out anyway. The results were single, which made me happier than ever but a part of me still wanted to make that dream come true; not yet I guess. Got friends over and music filling rooms but I rather just hear the tune of your voice and easy words to ease my thoughts. It’s been a long day. Was slightly pissed earlier, the doorbell rang but was never answered. Feet stomped upstairs and words lashed our backs like whips during the slavery age. The day is dimming, people are leaving and our times seems to be getting shorter but you still seem so far away.