Four day weekends.

[wackedoutcandle]

So much time.
Time to think.
Time to write.
What will I do with myself?
I think I will get a good book.
Not to much work to do this weekend.
I only work one of my jobs.
I keep pushing it out of my mind.
I know it will come back to get me.
I just don't want to think of it right now.
But every night.
I wait for a call that won't come.
A thought to leave my mind.
A voice to just leave me alone already.
I'm not sure what to do.
I feel sort of....
Empty.
I went to school today.
And with every mention of him.
Blew it off and walked away with something "urgent" to do.
I don't know what to do as of now.
I know I can't pretend forever that it didn't happen.
Because it did...
And now.
I must live.
I promised him that much.
I guess I should keep my promise.
Even though it's hard to do.
I will live this empty life.
People keep telling me I look dead.
I've been blaming it on the sickness.
But in all actuality.
My mind is keeping me down.
Pretty soon though.
I can fix that all.
Don't worry.
I can help myself too.