It's barely 3pm and I've already cried off all of my makeup.
I'm being a sap. I don't really have a reason to be crying. Sure, The Writer left for NYC today for his 10-week internship and I miss him, but seriously, Red, get a grip.
It's not that long. It'll fly by. We'll talk. We'll text. We'll Skype. I'll visit in five weeks. He'll still love me when he gets back. It'll all be ok.
I know this things are all true, so why am I still crying?
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