Sleep deprivation

I need to stop hoping to see a message waiting from you when I wake up, it beings the day in utter disappointment. 
But.
Each day is getting a little bit easier. 
Each day I'm letting myself go back to who I was before.
Each day I'm learning that you're not the end all and be of of ME, and the world does not stop spinning without you.
I still love you, yes, but now I'm rebuilding some walls and starting to gather the pieces of my heart back from you. 
All this aside.  It is still taking every bit of strength to stay away from you.
I tell myself that maybe if I can just make it through this week, maybe this weekend things will get better.


I'm closer now, close to being my strong independent self again.  Today I will have some horrible moments of weakness, but I hope that they hit my while I'm surrounded by friends and pass soon.

Maybe next week I can write stories again.


Maybe this week I will go out for a play.


I am about to launch my next campaign against the bureaucratization at this school, with as much passion and gusto as ever.  Yes.


These are the things I wan to tell you, these and also


I love you.