083. hey God, stop time maybe?

time passes. even when it seems impossible. even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. sometimes we want to stop it, but it's imposibble, sorry.
50 days till the and. am I happy? no. am I excited? no. am I asdfghjkl? no. I am just sad, depressed and broken. like always....
hey guy! don't be so sad! everything's gonna be alright because I love u and I'm always here for u! my darling, i know it isn't easy for u but u must stay strong, please. I'll never forget u bby...