Today, I’m surrounded by people I love, but am still lonely. I’m already getting those “suck it up” looks, and I just hate people. Missing George is hard. Every week I miss seeing him at work. I miss seeing him for our weekly game night. It just keeps happening.
I’m not crushed anymore. I’m mostly back on track. I can (mostly) have conversations where I don’t bring him up on accident. I don’t feel like hiding under my desk anymore. Well, I do, but not because of George, which is the point I’m trying to make, so stop judging me. >.>
I just miss him, and it’s heavy on my mind this morning. Sorry for the repetitive post. I bet you’re all getting bored with it, but fuck it. This is where I put my feelings on parade, so this is the show you get to watch today. I love you, too.