I suck at being alone.
It's not even that I haven't talked to him since he left. He's called twice already. I'm just sad, I guess, lol. My house is big and empty, and I start thinking about going to bed, and how it'll be just me, and it's a vicious cycle that does me no good, I know. It makes me short with the kids, and when they're already cranky for the same reasons I am, that doesn't do anybody any good.
OK, stopping now. I'm not doing myself any good. Maybe I'll start another of the books I need to read.
