I am not used to this; your absence, the time difference, not hearing from you for days. Suddenly I miss you so much.

Come home to me already. 

"See how the wind and the air fill the sails of the ship and propel it forward, bringing it into motion and carrying it further than it could ever have gone without?

Even the humble plastic bag will soar like a kite, if only it is filled by the wind.

In the same way, open your mind to the world and allow yourself to soar and be propelled. The more you are filled by the world, the more sensitive of it's wonders you become." 

I wish my raging and uncontrollable female hormones would allow me to appear a normal, balanced and sane young woman at least some of the time. 

One can only wish.