The emptiness in my stomach is inevitable, to think that taking up a job could, partly, fill up some empty spaces on the inside - it did though, guess its effect is just starting to subside. 

This emptiness... I can't quite pinpoint just how it feels, but I feel it. And am feeling it as I type. It is this muffled, aching pain that tugs at my chest every now and then, unwilling to succumb to my demand to just stop, please stop...

I wonder why I'm feeling this way, though I feel happy. At least I think I'm happy... How does happiness feel anyway? If it were to be described in black and white? I doubt there is one accurate definition for it, but I wish there was, and that someone would tell me. I want to know. 

I guess I just need someone to talk to. I need my best friend now... Why must you be a hundred thousand (possibly more) miles away from me at this time? I guess I just want to talk. To let this, whatever it may be, all out. I can't wait for you to be back... In the meantime, writing here is all I can do I guess.

Better clock out now, mommy is waiting for me down in the car park. Time to go home... Just like that - one day gone.