I'm broken.

tigerphoenix is on her flight home, now. As I write this, she's probably on the plane, but not yet in the air. Waiting for it to carry her away from Pittsburgh, and me. And probably crying, like I am now.

Already I'm so lonely. I look around my room and it feels empty, hollow. Her suitcase isn't here any more. Her jacket isn't hanging on the door. It's so empty.

It's bitterly ironic that I need a hug the most because I sent my source of hugs away.

I'm broken. I'll mend, but right now, I'm broken.