Incomplete.

"How happy is the blameless vestal's lot. The world forgetting, by the world forgot. Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind! Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd."


I spent the day with my mother yesterday. It was lovely. We wanted to try a new veg spot in the city (as usual) so we went to...


Zen Palate
W 46th St & 9th Ave,,

Also shopped, I picked myself up some Calvin Klein undies (so classic, so cute) and also a Betsey Johnson sheer lime green and black 50's style negligee. I need something to sleep in at night now.

I really don't know what I would do without her. Especially in a time like now with how empty I am feeling inside. It ends up being the little things that make you crash the most. Like finding yourself waking up in the middle of the night not from snoring or because he has intertwined himself so much with your body that you can't breathe, but instead bad, bad dreams.

This is by far one of the hardest things I've gone through in quite some time. Everything is just very different.
It's like you're missing the sprinkles on your sundae. They are not necessary, but its nice to have them. You don't need them, you can get on without them. But for the time being, all you're going to be thinking about and wanting and missing are those sprinkles.

They completed your sundae.