There is something amiss although I can go about my daily activities as usual, maybe I’m thinking too much, because that’s all I ever do and it never gets me anywhere except those multiple left turns that somehow always leave me wondering if I’ve been here before, I can’t figure out why it is that your absence has left me so crippled and incomplete, like an essay without proper punctuation that nobody understands, but at the same time, it does not want to be understood, the words go on and on until my tired eyes start to close involuntarily, my pen quivers and the usually perfected letters morph into each other, into a mess of all the things I am thinking but cannot put onto paper, there must be a word or phrase for that, right? It would be nice if I could get back to normal, I’m hoping that this is just another anxiety attack, leaving me restless in bed at night, grinding my teeth and thrashing like the monster inside that I’ve locked down, away from the world. My brain doesn’t work the way it should, sometimes I question my sanity to some extent, to the point where I scare myself, maybe there’s something wrong with me, something missing, and I start to think too much again because that’s all I ever do and it never gets me anywhere, but oh wait, I’ve already been here, haven’t I? Why is it that your house is empty in the daytime, you don’t live here anymore, I don’t see you around, yet I still feel your presence every breathing second of twenty-five hours a day, eight days a week, as if you were right here next to me and again, I might be crazy, but I swear to you, I hate the distance and what it does to me.
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