What is this anger that I feel?
His birthday?
That I'm done?
Let the magic of easiness fool me?
Emotions galore.
A chance to work. & work I shall.

"To love and be loved is to feel the sun on both sides."

I have felt the sun, I told him time and again. And I don't need anymore.

I was wrong. I did need more. I learned this from being in hospital. I suppose you could call that mentally ill. I'm going to have to get used to this weird => mentally ill concept, and be careful with myself. - scheduling around biorhthyms.