Dan came home for a month. That was... It was fun and I laughed so much and I cried so much and we went out and we slept and we did so many many things... And yet it was a month and now I'm so sad it hurts even just to swallow... I don't want to sleep. I don't want to eat. I don't want to do anything else but cry. I miss him so much that I keep thinking, once again, that dying just might be easier than this waiting... I'm being stupid again... Yes, again... Just how many times do I do this to myself? I wallow in the pain of him leaving me, of me leaving him, of separating... and now, even to the extent that I know that it is merely temporary, I wallow in the pain of it... And twist the blunt knife. Why can't I wallow in the happiness yet savor the pain so much? I better go to sleep. I have 2 hours before I have to wake up. Can I not wake up until he comes back? Gadz!!! That's so stupid. The problem with me is that when it comes to Dan, he becomes my everyth...