F.Y.I.

i'm tired of being sad & i'm tired of crying. the phone calls don't help. they just make me more distraught. it doesn't matter how long we talk, how deep you dig into my mind, what you tell me -- none of that matters. none of that helps. none of that consoles me. the only thing i know for certain is that you aren't here. & yes, you are coming back but none the sooner will you be gone again.

i'm over it.