I hate that I still miss you.

Most of the time now it feels better. This week I have been too busy to slow down and think.
I'm trying to distract myself with other people. I actually signed up for online dating and was overwhelmed.

I have a date this coming Saturday with someone who seems nice and cute. He's not you.
I'm talking to three other people regularly. All different sexualities and genders. They're nice. They're not you.
I'm not sure what will become of this with any of them. I know I'm looking for a distraction. I wish I wasn't.

I hate that right now I'm having a hard time finishing my homework due tomorrow because I'm sad over you.

I have nothing poetic to say. I'm all out and I don't know when the next replenishment is coming.

Come tomorrow I will likely be so busy that my sadness will turn back to light seething. I want to tell you off so badly.

I have interviews to schedule and microfilm to look at and books to check out for my case study and an audience analysis to write for marketing and my advising appointment is tomorrow right after work and I have to upload all my current field notes for my practicum and I have that date on Saturday and my uncle had a heart attack this weekend so I'm going to call him on Wednesday to check in with him and that's just this week.

Hopefully by the time Murder By Death rolls in it'll be fine. It probably won't be, but I'll force it.