I miss you.

Stress at work can lead to some really surreal dreams, especially when you're in them.

Work is getting to me. It's hard to go in knowing that if the day goes even slightly wrong, I might freak out and start having a meltdown.

After being married for so long, it's really hard to be alone for very long.

Calling up an old friend and chatting can sometimes feel like slipping back in time. As much as things have changed, there's so much that hasn't.

It's funny how something seemingly insignificant can affect you for your entire life. Like watching someone whose name you don't even remember playing a video game.

It's strange, every day since the day you passed somehow feels an equal distance from the event. Maybe it's my way of coping, maybe it's a way of knowing it'll never really go away.

Back from the funeral. Everything is the same; nothing is the same.