Work has been crazy, so I haven't had time to write. I've been arriving home at midnight, cuddling the cat and passing out. I've had this funny hollowness that I can't get rid of. Maybe it's because I know it's over with my boyfriend, and the hurt at losing someone (the only person) so close is big. I saw him for the first time this week late last night. He woke me up, coming in at 2am. I couldn't talk, I muttered nonsense and slipped back to my dreams. This morning I asked for my keys back. If he needs something, he should call me and meet me. It really hurt to say it. But I knew I had to. I know we have to break up, it's so strange how sad it makes me. He ran out slamming the two doors to the outside.