Simon's dad ended up taking him for Halloween. I'm still sick to the point where eating has become futile. His costume, well, let's just say I don't have a hand with the needle and thread. Sure, I finished, but it didn't come out the way I wanted it to. There will be no pictures. But hey, at least he had fun, right?
I wasn't in the mindset to go out anyway. I suspect the stomach troubles are mental. I'm stressing myself out, you see. And I've been, well...sad. Lonely, I suppose you could say. I still have moments where I want to scream and cry, when I can't stand the fact that Felix is gone and all I want is for him to come back. It tears me apart sometimes. Sometimes.
| My sentiments exactly. |
What makes it worse, is that I feel like I can't tell anyone. I know there are people who will listen, but do they really want to hear? I doubt it. I'm unraveling, and I can't tell anyone cos nobody wants to hear it. Bleh.
I seriously hope this doesn't mess me up for NaNoWriMo tonight. Though...I fear the worst. I need to find a pick-me-up, fast. Suggestions?
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