I woke up and wished I was dead, with and aching in my head, I lay motionless in bed. I thought of you, and where you'd gone, and the world spin madly on. --The Weepies

My heart is breaking, it's ok during the day when monotonous work fills up the silence, but late at night when it's just me it's like listening to ice cracking. The fissures are going every which way, like a tangled spiderweb. Slowly but surely. I question the sanity in even trying to stop it, I just hope it cracks to the point of silence. Silence.

I'm going to go crazy, that's the only sure thing at this moment. That's the only thing I can count on, it will be there, like it's been in the past and I will starve, and purge, and cut and do whatever I have to just to get up in the morning. That's all I know.

I miss the ocean.

Three weeks, that's about all that's left.

Damn, why won't the clock stop ticking?