DISCLAIMER NOTE: THIS IS BUT A FICTITIOUS PARODY OF THE TWILIGHT SERIES. BUT I CANNOT MEAN IT ANY MORE THAN THIS WHEN I SAY THAT I MISS HER.

DAY 1 - 120 minutes.

it took me two hours from the time i woke up for the truth to finally set in. this emptiness so deadly, unhurriedly seeping through and into my once healthy veins. a lack of concentration forced me to take into account each individual passing detail - every breath seemed so intricately put together, each footstep seemed to make a thunderous tumult, every single line drawn on my architectural plans seemed to reflect my painful effort with brightness, the dragging of a single cigarette seemed to have done even much more harm than what it would have normally offered, the process of using utensils to bring my lunch up to and into my mouth was surprisingly anticipated at short intervals - it is just that inability to concentrate on the things that i should be doing, that once-had willpower losing its function, the empire brain slowing things down instead of helping out. 

and then i wondered (i probably wondered more, blankly, than doing what i was tasked to do for the day).

i confirmed a sensible conclusion. 

and then i reconfirmed. 

i confirmed this reconfirmation and typed it down in today's blog entry. my conclusion reads: i miss you so much already you're all that i'm thinking of.