steph's blog

mornings are so hard and i don't know why. i used to enjoy them. i used to be a morning person. i guess it's the prospect of waking up and knowing that this day, like the day before it and the day after it, will be spent without me by his side, and maybe perhaps today the thrill i can't deny of being in his presence, of feeling like this whole thing is a game, a charade, and it will all be over soon. I HATE THIS.