American Idol sucks...

Its a quiet Wednesday night and I have nothing to do but subject myself to American idol. Nothing seems right anymore. The apartment is empty, nothing smells, tastes or feels right to me. I don't care about the dishes or even remotely making this place livable. All I do is live in a haze and try and make it to the next day where I can work and forget everything out of my 8x10 box. I don't want to come home. I don't want to eat. She is all I think about, she is my everything and I wont feel whole again until she is back in my arms again. I miss you baby...