10:06am

Make it stop, make it stop.

I just walked into my room, full of your pictures and the magnitude of this morning threw me to the floor.

Come back. Come back to me. I want you back, I want my life with you back.

I can't sleep. I can't stop screaming. Do I take your pictures down? What do I do? I feel miserable, and it's only been 3 hours. 3 hours. I hate being human. I hate the primal emotion of loss. And there's nothing that will make it better, nothing. And that helplessness is the worst part.