Go to sleep little leech. You're driving me mad.

Sleeping is something I do all too much. It's a bad sign, but at least I'm wary of bad signs.

I miss him. But more than him, I miss the fun we were having.

But I was missing that for weeks before it ended anyway. I think I've learned some important things about myself. I told myself in the beginning that if it ended, I was having so much fun anyway that it wouldn't matter. I never expected the fun to end so abruptly.

Note to self: life is not fun, and you can never count on the fun to stay.

In other news. I am incredibly lucky to have such great friends. I have good health and a good job and I get to enjoy every sunrise AND sunset and take in the incredible beauty of it all. Life is good, on the whole and I've been too depressed for too long about this sometime loss of love. Romantic love isn't the be-all, end-all of life. I was doing fine before I met him.