It was 3 days ago I reported the death of my world, an implosion of a not-so-super star like a white dwarf, though small in size, the dwarf, like my brain is very dense, the intense fusion of helium to carbon and oxygen left too much floating matter for my cerebral understanding of the situation. Well the 3 day death march has started. I finally have made the connection from my cranium to my bleeding heart. I don't at this point, know how I can explain the total confusion that has slowly been absorbing my soul, without the massive usage of four-letter explicitly descriptive words. I want to yell from the tallest building in Malaysia how much pain I now feel. Challenging the gods to explain their compassion for their children, when I did nothing to deserve this much discomfort and confusion. Oh, I did allow myself the indulgence of falling in love. How dare me. How ******* dare me. Do I sound angry? Yes I am angry. As each day passes by, a little more of my defensive shield disintegrates into nothingness, exposing me to the truths that are staring me in the eye. It is over, although the binary counterpart had shown some weakness, logic overtook that temporary faux pas, a few morsels of fodder where thrown to me to nibble on, and ease the isolationism feeling that was slowly absorbing the mind and body. I managed to control my tuning into recent messages that were transmitted at first, showing my intestinal fortitude, displaying my control of the situation. By the second day, a little more slippage of bestowers will, kept hopes high that maybe this wasn't over. The dreaded third day arrived finally, and confirmation was obvious. The separation has been confirmed. The messages have stopped. The sledge hammer has pounded my submission to the ground. I ******* hate this. From ecstasy to the out house. I never signed on for this. I never asked for this. I never wanted this. The 3 day death march ***** big time. Don't know if a 4th day will arrive. At this point, I really don't give a ****. Love *****.