I'm not so miserable as to sink in a mood completely, but I'm also aware enough to admit I'm not okay. I find it strange that C has lasted so long. It's over then. That's it. Funny it would end this way after everything that happened.
There's so much to tell you. But my mind is a little too busy drifting. Words are too jumbled at the moment. Maybe it'll be better tomorrow morning. Maybe next week. I am going to go to sleep now though, and wake up early, shower, and do my absolute best to write to L.
I have too many things to do.
Get your shit together.