Heartache.

My heart won't stop aching.

My aunt's funeral was today.

I wasn't there.

I was in Arkansas, facing a rainy day on my own.

The deep pain that is felt at the death of every friendly soul arises from the feeling that there is in every individual something which is inexpressible, peculiar to him alone, and is, therefore, absolutely and irretrievably lost. ~Arthur Schopenhauer

Add finals, papers, and a misplaced trust...and you have a mess--me.

"I will praise you in my pain.

You're all I need.

I will seek you in the rain"--{The Rain by Last Place}