Heavy heart.

Head full of stress.

Procrastination to take the mind off the pain, if only for a while.

But after that while, the few moments of ignorant bliss, it all comes flooding back.

More poignant and keen these agonies are than they were before.

There's nothing I can do about it. Not now, but not forever.

I have to face the music.

I need to pick myself up.

It's time.