Let's talk

So the other day I was browsing through random blogs just reading random things that I came across. I was sick and bored and bed ridden. What else was there to do? I came across this one that I was drawn to for some reason. I wasn't sure what it was about her blog that I liked but I pressed the follow button after only reading a few paragraphs and continued browsing through others not thinking much about it. Today, I got on here and saw that she had posted several new posts so I went to read them. I went back to her old posts. I found out that her father committed suicide. Cool. What a great way to start the day. All day I haven't been able to stop thinking about Mark. All day. No matter what I do it makes me think of him. Not necessarily in a bad way. Actually, it usually makes me think of the happy Mark. But when I think of the happy Mark I miss him more. UGH! It's been a long day. And I guess I think talking to Darcie is going to help me ignore all of that. It's not helping at all. It's only making things worse. I need someone. Someone who can help. Someone whose goal is to make me feel better.

"Maybe you are more into the idea of being with someone who makes you happy again, who makes you laugh, who lets you just let go for once and not think everything to death. Is that such a bad thing, you wonder? Of course not. It's human."