The effects of being alone is taking its toll on me. I am eating more. I am getting bigger and fatter. I am depressed. I am lonely. There’s a little more than a week to go before Tricia gets back and I don’t think I can survive anymore.

I was on my way home last night after a very tiring swim session at the army pool and I almost called her up because in the back of my head, I always knew that I’d pick her up after a good nights swim. I missed that feeling. I missed having someone to talk to; someone that would listen to my swim stories; someone that I can share what I did and be proud of me. I wish she were back already.

The more this goes on, the more I feel like I’m missing my own piece.