Pathetic me.

I can't believe I am counting hours till I meet up with you again.

It's pathetic. I can't live with the fact that I can't live without seeing you.

I can't think, I can't even sit down calmly, I panicked.

Last night I dreamt, that I won't be seeing you today, and then in the dream, I counted the hours till you would actually be available for me. Like how I am doing now.

Oh man, I sound pathetic, It's bruising my damned ego.