Time pt. 3

It is 8:41am, I am eating an apple and almond butter, and Lizz just left for work 13 minutes ago.
There is nothing I feel that needs to be said, but I have some time I need to kill.

Some mornings I wake up sad, I don't know what else to say.
It is often, and that same early morning feeling, it is just unfortunate when people must be here to witness. I concealed it okay this morning by saying nothing, not even alluding to it. I did sleep significantly better last night. I didn't squeeze lizz's arm the whole fucking night. I swear my relationships would not suffer if only I wasn't convinced with this sickness of them secretly hating me. I can't imagine what it's like to not feel this way.