it's been one week of silence...and then a phone call. I fought not to sound too excited on the phone but I could hear that tiny catch in my voice when I spoke. eventhough I had a million things to do, I dropped it all to spend that one afternoon getting my quick fix.

I don't think I've ever tried so hard to be positive; how do you smile when your heart is breaking inside? A part of me knows that it is for the best but yet all of me is so scared that I will not like the ending. I'm struggling to be strong and independent but I still feel like I've been cast adrift in a stormy sea.

Today, all signs were erased and all that's left is an emptiness. Devoid.

It hurts to breathe.