I love my relationships. I mean I get the freaks who are in my town or I get the wonderful great guys who live miles away. I love my boy now, but every time we spend weekends together it gets harder to leave. Now I'm listening to two freaks who don't live in my room sort out their "luvers spat and shit. I should take a shower, make some tea and do some work. It was really bad tonight. I so didn't want him to leave. I guess that's our test or something.