Fat Bottom Girl Said What

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I have been thinking I wanted to travel, to mark some things off my bucket list.  I thought this until I got hundreds of miles away from home.  Right now I feel lonely, miserable, almost sick to my stomach, because I only want to be home.  I am in a new relationship and all my old anxieties are surfacing.  Even though he has told me he will be there when I get home, I don’t believe it.  He hasn’t answered a call or a text message for the last five hours.  It is making me crazy.  I am allowing it to make me crazy.  I want to be able to soothe myself, and know that all is well.  How in the fuck do I do that??  I miss him.  I want to hear his voice.  I want him to make me laugh like he always does, then I will know everything is fine.  Why do I feel like I am testing myself?

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5 thoughts on “Homesickness

  1. Oh, girl. I know that feeling. The head over heels I am going insane anser the phone right now feeling. Resist the crazy. He likes you. You spend a little time liking you, too, please. Let him miss you. xo

  2. Resist the crazy!! Great line and so true!! We are our own worst enemies with this shit! Just enjoy yourself… you have to be a full person with or without a man. 🙂

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