entry 1

So today, I went to work at the Library. I kept hoping you would come in, but you never did. I had seen you with your backpack at dinner, therefore, I had this fantasy that you would walk in, and I would get to see you. Another day, filled with numbness. God... I'm such a wino! Why don't I just enjoy life and be thankful for the things I have. I think about you all day K----. But, I'm beginning to realize the reality of my fantasy, I will never hold you at night, and you will be with someone else. I will be alone, whining to the page and addicted to the citrus film of my downfall. Goodnight, you're my favorite person...