I write this aboard my flight home from another trip to see my love.
I would say it gets easier, but it really doesn’t.
Every departure, every goodbye, sucks just as much as the first. 129 more words
I always knew about these things called weekends, but for the first time in my working life I actually know what they mean. I’ve got two days off (well one and a few hours left) and I am not quite sure what I’m meant to be doing with myself. 647 more words