I thought
I was getting
better. But this
past week or so, it's been so hard to
think of anything but
him. Even with it getting
all lovely and
light out, I'm having
a harder
time getting
out of
bed in the mornings now than
I was
a month ago.
I don't know
how much of this is
nostalgia for this
time last year,
when he was
still around.
I don't know
how much is just because my brain
really doesn't
want to deal with
finals. Or
maybe it's some
weird bipolar/SAD/whatever hormone cycling thing.
I don't know.
I just
want it to
stop.
Sometimes I wish I were
normal.
Like, constitutionally capable of finding
someone else to be distracted by. This is bloody
pathetic.