Today was bad.

Worse that it has been in a long time. I'm laying on my couch watching "death becomes her" with a pounding headache and an exhaustion Id hoped I wouldn't feel again. (Side note...Why is crying so physically painful afterwards?) I miss who I thought you were. Don't know who you are now, or who you were then. But I miss when I felt comfortable calling you a friend. Now you're a stranger who haunts me on the best and worst of days.