Thi week has been a mess. This week has been a mess. A never-ending sequence of days, sinking in the cold silence of your distant presence, has completely absorbed me. No, don't get me wrong. I've done a lot this week. I've bought you a present. You see, I still care. You had smiled at me, thanked me for being by your side, and then you told me to leave. And I left. I've been bawling my eyes out the first couple of days. I've been thinking, and thinking, and thinking... I hate how it always goes with my emotions. It feels like I'm falling down a deep hole, just like Alice, but it is not going to be a Wonderland I will face at the end. This week has been a mess. But it's time to get over.