It’s morning and I can’t remember how I fell asleep last night. I know it was probably horrible because I can still hear the ringing of our angry distraught emotional voices piercing the peek of the morning, it was around 2am if I’m not mistaken. We haven’t talked like that in a long time, more like argue, but just the same it was more than we’ve discussed in a while. You’re busy today, I don’t have any plans other than finding ways to get rid of this headache. I joked about it being Facebook official but you didn’t find it funny, I guess in my own way it was my indication of seeing whether or not you were planning on coming back to me. This relationship is so complicated; the way it started, the way you are, the way it conflicts with who I am and vice versa; the sad part is, you can do this without me and I can’t. It’s whatever at this point, my headaches and it’s obvious that it makes no sense talking to myself because were on a break, whatever that means.