I feel a little sad, but only a little sad. Tessa and I went out for coffee on Sunday and we talked about how different parts of the day feel. The morning is the worst. Nighttime is second bad, but at least it means you can sleep. When you can sleep through the morning it means that you are over a person or over a person enough. I've been sleeping for months. This is why I am only a little sad. I recognize the ending of the cycle, repeatedly. The thing that feels sad is the possibility that it might not be over, but it probably is. Even there I put probably, I don't want to be definate about it. There are still things living in my head, whales, wales.