I feel sad, and I know why. But I don't want to think about it, so I gather myself together and go on with my life, and avoid quiet moments that require reflection of me. The silence in my house scares me. I turn on the radio and put my headphones on, so I don't feel the emptiness here. I hear a car pulling into a driveway before I remember that you are not here.
I want to cry. I can't concentrate on my work. I need to be surrounded by people.
I want to cry. I can't concentrate on my work. I need to be surrounded by people.