That is definitely what I am - a MilSO. Who would have guessed that I would be forced to be okay being thousands of miles away from the love of my life...
SCREW YOU, DISTANCE. I HATE YOU SO MUCH, YOU HAVE NO IDEA.
And I hardly even get to talk to him because he's so damn tired all the time from all the strenuous physical work he has to do and the lack of sleep he's been getting.
UGH. JUST... UGH. I MISS YOU, PLEASE TALK TO ME.
It's okay, it's okay. He's doing something with his life, with our life...
BUT WHY DOES HE HAVE TO DO IT HELLA MILES AWAY?!
I need something to distract me...
EFFIN' WATCHED EVERYTHING ON EFFIN' NETFLIX ALREADY. FUCK.
It's okay, maybe he'll wake up because he'll feel how much i miss him...
YEAH RIGHT, HE CAN'T EVEN FEEL HIS LEGS.
Well then... #shitoutofluck, AMIRITE?!...
Anyway...
Until next time,
Anna Prado
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