Rough day so far, with lots of tears.
I suppose after a high patch there always has to be a fall.
High patch has been as usual - change the world, become a different person overnight, and shop. Whilst all the while talking non-stop about seven different subjects at once.
No wonder I get tired and can't keep it up.
Even with sleeping pills I had a choppy night, with lots of disjointed dreams.
There was an unfamiliar place, unfriendly, and I wasn't quite sure what was going on. He was there, and all the time I felt like I was trying to keep up. Eventually I said I had to stop for a rest, and he carried on, with someone else.
Today I have been crying, and tidying -- my house is such a mess.
I still sleep with his shirt under my pillow.
I don't know if it smells of him anymore.
I can't remember.