Sunday, September 19, 2010
It's 3am and of course I'm wide awake. I have my damp pillow from the tears. I have my wastebasket filled with tissue. My eyes are red and swollen. I feel sick. My entire body aches. I am so nauseated. I miss Chris. Just an ordinary night/morning. 3am comes every morning, and the only thing different about this 3am is that I'm writing about it. This life sucks! I want my life back! I want Chris back! Maybe with him beside me, I could finally get some sleep.