This dreary Monday after DST has me all out of sorts.

I haven’t been sleeping well the last few nights – even with sleeping pills.

I keep thinking about what happens after I die, and everyone moves on with their lives. More specifically, I keep thinking about D getting another girlfriend/wife. It makes me feel sick, like I might throw up. Of course I want him to be happy. I really do. But the thought of it is like taking a fucking bullet.

Fuck all of this bullshit. I’m so fucking angry today.