It's 12:23 PM and I don't know where it's going. The day, I mean. I don't know. I don't know. I feel nauseous. I feel sick. I feel weary. My eyes are tired and the bridge of my nose is getting sore from these damn glasses. I'm missing someone today.

I'm weak and... I am wary and... I think I am becoming a vacuous shell-husk of a human -- soon void of hope. I am a drained chalice. I am an empty vase, unfilled, and by your side, waiting for flowers that will never come to rest inside this heavy head.

It's 1:33 now. Dammit. AM.