Hey Mind!! Go fuck yourself!
I miss you. I haven’t talked to in 24 hours, and it is almost painful. I am guessing there is a very good reason why you haven’t answered my calls, or returned my calls or my text messages. At least I want to believe there is a good reason. I keep telling myself you are a good man with morals and that you wouldn’t just leave me hanging. Unfortunately, my mind gets away from me and twists and skews what truths I know. I want to tell my mind to go fuck itself. Fuck you mind for making me doubt him. I will fly back tomorrow, I will drive home from the airport and I will go to his house, and everything will be fine, and he will tell me how he dropped his phone and it broke, and how he felt so bad because he knew I would be worried and freaking out.