This...sucks.

*sigh* OK, OK, I'm going to succumb to the teenage angst that is SO unavoidable. But, hey, I'm a teenager, better milk it while I can. I mean, it just won't look cool when I'm 30.

I...I miss him. Much more than I expected. I actually felt some sense of loss when he walked away and I shut the car door. ...Lame, huh? This past week was so...indescribable and amazing, how could I NOT feel sad that it's now gone. I achieved so many dreams and fantasies in just 7 days, it was incredible. Almost all of it played out like some cheesy rom-com. The actors had their lines down, there were bad guys, a great soundtrack, and amazing places. Seriously, I should write a screen play. It was like a vacation of sorts, but now it's back to the "real world". Bad things happened, of course, I mean, what's a movie without conflict? But the climax at the end was just as dramatic and amazing as it should have been. Whatever shit I'll have to deal with now, I can always just remember. And see, what they don't tell you is how the remembering is almost better than the real thing.

I just miss him so much.