Pictures aren't always the best at describing feelings. Words can sometimes be a really good substitute.
Many of you know that love of my life is often Mia. Not his fault. Sometimes I just need someone to confide in. My mom's usually a pretty good substitute, but she's not answering.
I played the piano today in order to extract some emotion. Which is pretty phenomenal considering I'd just been at the church practicing organ for over an hour. I play the piano often, but not usually with the intent of expressing feelings. Prokofiev's Suggestion Diabolique is an awesome expression of how I was feeling inside. I finished it off with a Chopin Nocturne op.72 no.1 I'm surprisingly feeling better.
What do you do? Hit a pillow? I hope I'm brave enough for book club tonight. I don't know if I want to cry any more today.
Bottom line. I miss him.
To better suit my purposes, I have decided to make this more of a journal. That's what it is anyway, but I see no reason to allow random people to see it. I am going *private* Please leave your email if you are even a casual observer at the happenings in the Pettit household. You are welcome any time. The change will happen one month from today.
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