Saturday: I smoked. I drank. I laughed. I tried calling K. I argued. I felt jealous. I felt alone. I felt comfortable. I found a memory of P. Sunday: I smoked. I drank. I laughed. I walked. I thought. I tried calling K. I coughed. I smiled. I sit waiting. 48 hours isn't a long time at all. This weekend was rather nice, fast, but nice. I had a good time. It's been awhile. I need to let go of all my thoughts. Dreams. Hopes. Wants. Fantasies. Longings. Desperate needs. I will be fine. It will all be fine. I am nothing to no one and no one is nothing to me. I am good right now. Alone. Smiling. Smiling. I am done for now.