Let me preface this by saying I know it's cheating, and maybe that's not fair, but I don't care about fair, right? I care about just.
Would I be out of line if I said...?
Initially, all I felt was shock and relief. Then uncertainty. Then some sadness. But all that ran its course in a matter of hours, and I adjusted from there without difficulty.
There was a brief angry spell, a really bitter day. Then I resumed feeling light and normal.
Today it's been achy in a friendly way. A strangely wholesome lonesomeness that radiates at the center of my being.
I just realized that it gets worse when I write stories. The temptation to cheat is at its strongest right now. One of my characters is having a moral crisis that I don't know how to handle. I don't know why the institution is so invested in Traveling with a capital T. The names are giving me trouble too.
I'm wearing it on a gold chain. I think it's plain enough that I can wear it virtually all the time. I wonder if the stone would do alright in water? For now I'm taking it off when I shower, just to be on the safe side.
I cheered someone up today. I guess there's not a lot milkshakes, rummy, and Friends can't fix. There was some attempt at reteaching me how to play poker for the forty-seventh time in my life, but it wasn't tremendously successful. I'm sure your poker face is f'cking unparalleled.
I think one of my piercings is infected. Can that happen at this point?
Someone in my newsfeed raved excitedly about being able to find Robot Chicken on Netflix now. I considered deleting him on principle.
I hope you don't take any of this the wrong way.