It has been a strange week. My state of mind was completely different from one day to the next. Shocked. Sad. Indifferent. Depressed. Longing. Pain. Dulled. And sometimes, a handful of those feelings all in one day. And what is even more strange is, I am completely functional, still, under all such internal unrest. From the outside, no body would have guessed what I experienced and witnessed this past seven days. I put in a full day at work each day, and produced enough work to meet all of the project’s milestones. Only in the evening, when I have returned to this sad little apartment, do I completely crumbed and sank into the bottomless well of heartache.

It gets a little bit easier each day. I wished it didn’t happen so close my birthday this year, because it might make it harder to forget in the long run.