The good times are killing me.

When he leaves, it's hard to have a pretense of being happy. I hung out with friends, I had fun. But it wasn't the kind of contentment I had all week long with Tyler here. I hate being long distance. Part of me doesn't understand the logistics of it all. What can be accomplished there that can't be accomplished here. Especially when it's becoming such a struggle to get down there.

Bored and alone.