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I feel at times I'm loosing my sanity, or what's left of it.

I was writing something very bitter. I thought you were coming today, and the disappointment is brutal.

I have another hour to wait, hopes dwindling to a negative number.

It's time for me to pay the price for dreaming, it seems.

The going tariff is a week of insomnia, pain untold, etc.

Until next Saturday, and the next, and the next, from 7 till 9.

Until you can make it. All for a few words.