My ex-boyfriend died.

My stomach had been panging, clanging for two days, without explanation or reason or understanding, and then I learned how my ex-boyfriend died.

This was going to be a regular post, and then my ex-boyfriend died.

This was the worst year of my life, and then my ex-boyfriend died.

I will be back, but I need time. I have some guest posts queued up to keep my streak of over 70 weeks now, which I owe myself, but I need time. He should be eulogized with all the beauty in my pen, but I need to hold him inside me, but I need time.

Love you all - and you most of all, motherfucker.