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May. 1st, 2002 09:26 pmThe nights are hard, you know. After you have come home, did the chores everyday life is and you have exhausted your means of keeping yourself busy, there always is tv.
What good is tv, when there isn’t someone to hold your hand, or smile at you when there’s a familiar thing on?
I have talked to Jan this afternoon, and still. I still miss him at night. The most at night. It will be 5 more days before shall be able to wrap my arms around him. Five days. I wish he was here.
During the day there are people to talk to, chores to be done, grocery’s to be shopped for.
And at night, loneliness drives his claws in your head, drilling for the deepest of pains.
Am I overreacting? Well, I am sorry. If you don’t like to see my soul, turn your head and look away.
What good is tv, when there isn’t someone to hold your hand, or smile at you when there’s a familiar thing on?
I have talked to Jan this afternoon, and still. I still miss him at night. The most at night. It will be 5 more days before shall be able to wrap my arms around him. Five days. I wish he was here.
During the day there are people to talk to, chores to be done, grocery’s to be shopped for.
And at night, loneliness drives his claws in your head, drilling for the deepest of pains.
Am I overreacting? Well, I am sorry. If you don’t like to see my soul, turn your head and look away.
