An Angsty Interlude...

I'm fundamentally sad right now. Like it's my norm, my place of zero, the place from which all other things start. Like really, when people ask me how I am, I should reply, "Sad". The problem is, no one wants to actually hear a real answer when they ask that question. They just want you to say good, and to move on with their day.

I'm writing this at 2:52 in the Am. The reason why? So that I will fall asleep and we tired enough to not wake up too early tomorrow. When I'm depressed, I often wake up at 7:30/8 every morning. The goal for tomorrow? To sleep in.

I hate this post. It was supposed to be all poetic. But here's the moral. My heart has been broken, no, shattered. AGAIN. I don't know how I'm going to move on with my life. I just don't know. I"m fundamentally sad. It's all the little dreams that died that make this especially hard. Okay, I think I might actually get to sleep. I hope I see him there, in good circumstances. That's how I'd like to remember him.