But you were always full of awful surprises.

There are no words to explain how i feel. I take that back, I've written 2,000 words about how i feel. So there are words, but they are not worthy for this blog.

I write when i am sad, this has been proven time and time again. This time, it was noticed by a co-worker of mine. "Why are you furiously typing?" she inquired. i had no reason to lie so i told her the truth.

"Because i hurt."

It's one of the few things I love and hate to admit. I love showing that I am human, but I hate that it shows that I am weak. That I'm not able to handle the situation at hand with no emotion.

Right now, I have no problem admitting it.