Poison

There may be some question about why my new template is centered around poison.
As you all know, I have mono. This makes me feel poisonous- because I'm contagious. But that all is beside the point I'm writing.

The point is I have no point, I just need something to do.
Too much time to think has taken me to a place that is dark as a moonless midnight. And cold as January in the Yukon. Lonely as solitary confinement for fifty years. I think you get the point.
Too much thinking about the void I am trapped in, so far away from her. Sure, you guys are tired of my longing and sobing... But it's too bad, you'll hear it till I can see her.

I miss her. I'm worried. I feel terrible.


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