Boredom to Perfection.

Day 7: I didn't get to bed till 6 a.m. this morning. I guess I just really enjoyed being home alone. Either that or it just kinda freaks me out to fall asleep in this house alone. I've never stayed here alone. It's kinda weird and spooky. I'm not too sure I enjoy it that much now that I think of it, so I'll go with #2. I'm rabbling already...

I woke up really late today. I don't even know what time my mom got home this morning, but she left again before I woke. I sat in my room most of the day. It was 6 p.m. before I knew it and I hadn't even gone outside yet. Surprisingly no one came around to see if I was even alive in here. I decided to get ready for no real reason. I thought my friend Jorge would stop by to see Estefany and I, but he never did...not that it really bothered me honestly, lol.

Estefany and I spent about 3 hours sitting on the patio talking [really, what else is new]. I finally saw my mom around 9, but she turned around and left again about 10. I guess she felt the need to stay at the hospital again tonight. But I know it's the last of my solitude. Paco is being released from the hospital tomorrow. I locked myself in my room again around 11, only about 5 hours after I had unlocked it in the first place. I feel pathetic right now. Being in beautiful Mexico and not doing anything different than what I normally do back home. This is lame...

I spent 3 hours watching videos of a girl applying makeup.

...I'm serious.

It's 4:20 a.m., all I can do is think about being home with you. I love you so damn much, it kills me. I tried sleeping earlier, but my mind was racing WAYY too much. Reading about your bad day just really made me want to fly up there, kidnap you and go home to cuddle with you in bed. I'm so sick of not being able hug you, not being able to see you...hell, not being able to hear you. All I want to do is rest my head against your chest and feel your warmth against my body. I miss you so bad, baby. Why is this time going by so slowly...