Those Three Words
I’m all alone.
Andreas is gone. We live seven hours apart now. It’s my own personal hell—but there’s nothing I can do about it except try and get through the next year.
He gets time off, thankfully, so it’s not like I won’t see him at all for a year. It’s just that he doesn’t get much time off and I’m not good on my own. I get self-destructive and now is no different.
No boyfriend and no friends around me to keep my mood up. There’s always Leo but it just isn’t enough. I’m my own worst enemy and I shouldn’t ever be allowed to be on my own.