Wretched

Waking up sick to my guts about losing that friend.  What can you do?

Wait and see how long it takes to stop aching.

@$%&*#!

 

1:17 p.m.  I'm at work.  I'm thinking I was raised not to give up.  I think about trying to contact her and beg for forgiveness. (I'd send flowers if I knew to where!) She's something special. 

 Then I think about continually being pushed away by V.  Damned if I'll do that again.  I might let it happen twice, but that is my absolute limit now.

It was an unfortunate circumstance....  but "it's all good," I suppose.