I think that one of my teeth might be infected. Much discomfort.
Is it completely wrong of me to hate myself for no crying in a couple of day and for feeling like I'm normalizing? I don't want to get used to life without him. I am doing it though, whether I like it or not. I guess that's a positive in the long run, but anyone who knows me knows I live through the movies. Things like this always work out in the movies. I just suddenly decided I hate the movies.
Musically I've moved from Ani Difranco to Counting Crows. My Pandora.com radio stations keep playing Dave Matthews at me. Go to hell, Dave! I haven't turned on my TV since Sunday... What have I been doing? Music and puzzles. That and staring blankly at my journal, trying to write bad poetry.
This weeke has been excusiatingly long. I tried to not talk to him all week, but I didn't make it. I called him tonight, asking if he took all the antibiotics I gave him. I really think me tooth is infected.
Don't think I'm getting over it, I'm still excedingly sad. I'm just learning to come to grips that I won't change it
