Sometimes

There are times you just want to be alone. But there are just so many people around that they just press on you making you want to explode.

What's happening?

I don't know what's gotten into me. Seems likely I haven't quite gotten over the loss. Adamant on finding something as good, but frustrated that I can't get something like that back.

No time

Not even for sadness and tears.

Too bad.

Just got to move on.

What else can you do? Don't cry over spilt milk. If only how I feel now could comprehend this logic.

I just think too many things were going well for too long.