Don't Talk to Me

It was a good day.
The events of the previous day seemed so silly. At least the sad parts. I couldn't believe it. I felt happy. I wanted to hold on to this for as long as I could.
As luck would have it, this feeling didn't last.
I don't know what it is. I don't know why I feel sad. Maybe it is because I am away from him and time feels short. I try to blame the problems of my hormones on other things (which at this point, seem highly probable) but that doesn't stop how I feel. So I buckle down on the roller coaster and wonder why I let my hormones speak to me.