Ugh.This is me, all alone in my room after a visit from the greatest girl on the planet. It's dreadfully lonely in here now, and, dramatically enough, I'm a miserable shell of the person I was before. The week with her was good, though, spent mostly laying around and talking and... other things. Like watching tv, I mean. Hah.
Now I'm just sad and empty. As long as I'm curled up in my bed, I'm okay. But once I think about getting up, about all the things I have to do, about Amelie not being here and instead being miserable in Miami... I feel terrible. Just terrible. I don't know what to do with myself. I need my baby.