Today is measured in moods. A unit of despair, measured in humiliation, meted out in doses of loneliness. I wake up with a purpose that slowly ebbs away. I miss you so much it takes away from me. Obsession with you does not disappear because I can not see you. I always thought doing the right thing would be easy but it's not.
Tomorrow will be a test. I have to take each day as it comes.
We have a restaurant reservation with a paid deposit for Tuesday. You're going to take her. It makes sense. It makes me feel sick.
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