separation [Theme] Page 52

I think about you all the time. Thinking about you this morning, going on chill. Purposely walking slow down, to think about you longer. Thinking about you tonight when I am lonely without you at parties where I get drunk to think about something else, but achieve the opposite effect. I think of you whenever I see you, and when you don't see, I think, too. So I would like to find something else to do, but I can't. If you know how you can try to forget you, teach me. I spent the worst weekend of my life. Never and for anyone I missed. Without you my life is a waiting room. What could be worse than the waiting room at the hospital, with neon lighting and linoleum on the floor? Humanly possible to put me through this? In addition, I am in my waiting room one, there were no other sufferers, whose bleeding wounds would calm me, no magazines on a low table that distracted me, or a rifle, coupons spit with numbers that would give me hope that the waiting will come to an end. A terrible stomachache, and no one to treat me. This is the state of being in love: abdominal pain, the only medicine is you.