I hurt.
So damn much, and I don't know if it's going to get any better.
And that's frustrating as hell.
And those that mean the most to me are far away... I hate going to sleep alone. I hate waking up alone. I hate being awake late at night with nothing but NPR to keep me company. Eating alone, driving alone, alone alone alone.
The sooner it is that I get to see them, the worse it gets it seems...
I just don't get it.


There was actually a hair on my notebook, and I didn't notice until I got that picture on my computer and tried to wipe it off.
Ridiculousness.