How did I get here again? And why am I still trying to do... anything? Remind me what the point is?
I miss him. And I'm thoroughly exhausted by it. I've felt this way for too freaking long and I don't want to anymore.
Most things in life can be tweaked. They can be changed, rearranged, redone. Death... being a widow... there is nothing you can do about it. I will always be this. I will always feel like this. That fact gets me so frustrated with life.
Seriously, God, please take this back. I don't want it.
SICK of it. So tired, dude.