Hello once more,

it’s been six months since I last wrote, not a word
from you. but I don’t think I ever really expected it,
just wishful thinking I guess. I don’t sleep
anymore I just stare at the spots on my ceiling.
I feel like I’m dying. the doctors can’t seem to
find the problem. I don’t need doctors to tell me
what’s wrong. I know what’s wrong. I’m dying from
heartbreak, it’s eaten at my heart like a cancer,
and I can’t seem to find anyone to fill the void
you left behind. I lost my job. they say I’m not
emotionally stable enough to continue working.
this is what it’s like to be me without you.

sincerely,
Me

03/24/2006

Posted on 03/25/2006
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