this is the story of a girl.

Frustrated.
Frustrated that we can’t talk. Frustrated that I can’t see you. It’s all I want to do. It’s been nearly 5 weeks of broken conversation and time-difference issues. I just want to talk to you. Like we used to. I want to talk to you for hours at night. I want to call you when I wake up. But I can’t. So I just sit by my phone hoping you’ll text back. Wishing you could call. I shouldn’t be frustrated. I shouldn’t be mad. It’s not your fault and it’s not mine. It just is. It’s just unfair.