Pulling a double tomorrow.
Why do I do these things to myself?
Oh that’s right, for the paycheck that keeps a roof over my head.
Thinking about where I was at this point last year.
Dying over you.
Still completely broken.
Crying myself to sleep every single night, if I even slept at all, because you weren’t there next to me.
Seeing your face in every single person I passed, looking for your car everywhere I drove.
And then I got up. I got a new job. And I made new friends. And got back some of my old ones. I built this whole new life, without you.
And now it’s been a whole year since that point, I have an entirely different life than I did then, and so do you. I’m a completely different person than I was. It’s been a year, and you know what the kicker is?
I still miss you.
12:02 AM, September 1st 2014