When your manic depressive tendencies literally make you sick to your stomach. I can't handle this whirlwind of emotions, I need to cut something out. Something or someone. And it makes me sick because I know exactly which one I need rid myself of but I don't want to. Only 4 more weeks.

For the first time ever, I cried because you're leaving me in a month.

This one is constantly surprising me. But also with him, I'm also constantly surprising myself.