I woke up this morning, after only a few hours of sleep, feeling undeniably gloomy.
This isn’t really a new thing. Lately, my dream scape has been driving me insane. When you dream about death as much as I do, one is bound to wake up with a sour face.
But that wasn’t the issue.
I felt gloomy because I was alone.
After yesterday’s experience with IO, I was experiencing this massive drop. One that made me want to curl up in my sheets and eat a tub of dough. Yes, ACTUAL dough, people. That’s how rubbish I felt.
And one thought and one thought only repeated itself in my head.
I miss Jason.
I don’t know why, but I really wanted him around. I think I just needed to talk.