Saturday, February 25, 2012
This is the worst moment yet. I am simultaneously everything: lost, hurt, scared; confidant, secure, independent. I want to scream. I want to sleep. I am tired, but can’t sleep. I have energy found since I am not physically tending to Dave any longer. I can’t seem to give the energy much focus. I want to move and I want to sit. I shouldn’t have had the last cup of coffee.