And I escaped; the last one alive.

It all boils down to this: I am very, very sad. About this. I think about my empty bed and it brings tears to my eyes. How much that comfort, the comfort I had with this other human being, meant to me... but... we couldn't live on mutual familiarity, and that lovely warm safe feeling. We want such different things.

I feel so silly posting all this drama in here. It's so stupid. I promise I'll get back to being more interesting, or at least mildly humorous, soon. For right now... don't mind me, while I try and burn off some of this haze.