I am still hesitant to save her phone number because the idea of anything lasting seems incomprehensible at this point.
I am lifting weights and running because my favorite jeans got too tight. And I stopped feeling strong.
I am making concerted efforts to make new connections because the good, old ones are disappearing.
I am a little hungry, but will not eat despite having made several, still available, meals for myself today.
I am in tears over a movie I just watched, and a story I began writing.
I am satisfied at the thought of waking up to a full, empty day.
I am going to watch one more thing, and have one more drink, before going to sleep.