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I tell myself it'll get easier everyday. Otherwise the absence will burn a hole in me, until something burnt and hollow remains. Trying to save myself from something I don't if I want to be saved from, is taxing, confusing, and instills so much stress and doubt in my mind, that I'm running out of room upstairs. Soon all facts and interests will be gone, and only muddled negativity will remain. At that point, I'll be a zombie. A spectre of indifference, wandering about, only pausing occasionally to lay down and feel sorry for myself. The self pity will become me, and will cover me with the foul stench I know it eminates.

If at all possible, I aim to avoid this.