The art of getting better.

I don't know what to do with myself. Understandably I'm a little distraught from that one September night, the night that changed my life forever. For starters the love of my life mysteriously died and maybe there's hope that he's still here. I mean sure he's in the hearts of everyone that came to his funeral today, that happened to be on the worst day of the week, a Wednesday and it takes all my power not to curl up and cry or scream or punch something. and I shouldn't be making this about me because Rob, my lover, my ex whatever you want to call it, hes gone and I'm heartbroken. And the universe is as cruel as it is beautiful.