Airing out my dysfunction...
I guess that's what these things are good for?
The thing I hate the most is... random shit reminding me of conversations I had with him. Then I'm walking with my sister and for a moment become conscious of where I am and what I'm doing. And I wonder where he is, what he's doing... and imagine him going on merrily without me in his life, and I know that that's what I should be doing... but I don't want to. The thought of it really makes me sick. I don't want to eat, I don't want to go anywhere, I just want to crawl into a cave, and fall perpetually asleep.
The thing I hate the most is... random shit reminding me of conversations I had with him. Then I'm walking with my sister and for a moment become conscious of where I am and what I'm doing. And I wonder where he is, what he's doing... and imagine him going on merrily without me in his life, and I know that that's what I should be doing... but I don't want to. The thought of it really makes me sick. I don't want to eat, I don't want to go anywhere, I just want to crawl into a cave, and fall perpetually asleep.