Hate

Tonight I hate my life. I hate that Russ is gone. I hate the emptiness of my heart. I hate that I can't tell him all the stupid little details of my life. How do I go on without him? Tonight has been a sob fest. But tomorrow I will get up and put one foot in front of the other and carry on. That is what I do. I love you, Russ, and I miss the crap outta you.