I got through the day better than intended. I momentarily wondered about heading back but the feeling came and went rather quickly. When I realise I'm not going there, where I would be giddy with false happiness, it makes my heart plunge slightly with desire for lost feelings. But part of me wants to prove things can get better, be better. Another part of me doesn't care for moving forward with such abstinance, I long to lay there all day with my mind coming and going whenever it suits me to be part of the real world, or not.