I have not eaten. I have not slept. I have not taken my medicine. I have not read. I have not watched any movies or television. I HAVE done the dishes. And I have been staring at nothing for the past fourteen hours. Staring at nothing with the music up-OUR music-and imaging the sound of the phone ringing or the computer buzzing as when I get an IM. Fourteen hours. And for most of it I've been online. And nothing. Nothing of him. Fourteen hours. Which would hurt worse? Pretending to be friends? Or just disappearing? I don't want either. I don't want it and I can't accept it and I refuse to take it.
Laters