The nights differ so much with & without Eugene. I abhor it whenever I hitch on these emotional rollercoaster rides this abruptly. For tonight, your texts plus illustrations are my only allies. Consciousness's an allergy, it nauseates so bad. So badly -because you're not here.
Just one day without you, is branded a massacre. I can't wait to see you later.
Alright, another change of tagboard :) Eugene fussed that the previous looked cluttered.