Trouble, but not the Ray Lamontagne type

you're not home yet. At least, I don't know if your home yet or if your in the air or if your in chicago at all or what the fuck is happening in the world.
I don't know your flight number or any of that crap so I can't even bask in the sanity of knowing which continent you might be on as of now.
For all I know your heinous bitch crazy ass mother could have kidnapped you, or thrown you in some Irish castle dungeon, never to return again.
Or what if you met a terribly gorgeous girl on the eight hour flight and decided that I just wasn't good enough?
What if the plane crashed?
Aliens could have hijacked the plane, hitting you over the head and making you lose all memory of me and of today and the two weeks in Ireland. That was definitely it.
But you're probably just going through customs or on the taxi ride home or something. Something rational and real and definite. I'm praying that.
Because in the past two hours I've gone from Lizzie pretending shit isn't happening and trying to go to sleep, to Lizzie freaking out and feverishly playing Mozart sonatas, to Lizzie giving up hope and looking at Postsecret seven times, just to make sure I didn't miss a postcard.
I feel like I'm in a garbage compacter and that I'm being compacted and scrunched into a little ball. It's a really, really good thing I don't have an anxiety disorder right now, because I'd probably be throwing conniptions.
I can only hope that you're okay.
saved at 5:12
love,
Lizzie

non-blogging

      I didn't blog yesterday, it was one of those days that I wasn't at home at all. I had to vacuum when I woke up at 7, then I had work, then I had band, then I had the party. The party was super fun! Although it's a little weird to be mostly naked in water around guys that you've had things with without your boyfriend there. I almost felt unfaithful without doing anything.
      I miss you, a lot. And I everytime I think that I remember how close we are to seeing eachother. Only a little more than two days, and I'll be seeing you! But every hour is so long. I hope your dinner is good, and I'm not in a super deep mood right now lol.
P.S.
I GOT MY PERIOD