something's missing...

I am still depressed. Maybe because I'm missing Franco so much. It feels like like ages since we last had any contact and it's driving me nuts just missing him so. Darn it, why does he have to have such an effect on me?

I should be happy. In fact there are a lot of reasons for me to be happy. I'm relatively healthy [except for a mild hoarseness of my voice, not that big a deal] and so are my family and friends. I passed the Board exam. I just ate pizza with my two best friends earlier--that alone should leave me high and happy for at least half a day, but did not work this time.

But I still feel rotten. Fuck.