The Sabbath

I always wondered why they called it the Sabbath... Is that supposed to mean seven? Or day of rest or something? If so then today is my day I guess... Because this will be day seven.

He's going to a Black Label Society concert. Wish I could go as well. I'm failing to understand why this means I can't see him even for a second today...

I no longer want to be plagued with these thoughts of doubt and worry. I am just afraid of this turning out like all the others...

I came to the conclusion that I've really only ever had seven boyfriends if you discount the childish elementary/middle school situations, and the poorly situated and wrongly labeled misunderstandings and mistakes...

I would love to make him my eighth, but when I say this note that I do not mean he will be just another notch on my bedpost. I would truly love for this to last. I see this going far. Maybe not forever. No one can ever predict that outcome. It isn't a bad thought though.

He has to be in Battle Creek by 6pm. This has been brought to my attention as I am typing this and now I understand. The concert is taking place in the Kellog Arena. I will see him tomorrow I think. I get frustated easily lately when I don't see him for extended periods of time. This is something I must explain...

I have a bad history of losing the ones I care for the most. The stronger my feelings become, the more I fear he will leave me. I know that I need to just enjoy the time I have. Planning for the future is a good thing, but worrying about it never will be.

I must do my best to remain positive if not destracted lol

I should attempt to continue organizing my writings. Open Diary has made this difficult because they are idiots and do not put the timestamp on entries. EVER. Honestly, what kind of blogging site does not put the times on the entries? Or at least make it an option. Seriously people. What the hell?