Drinking. Drinking and wallowing. Drinking, wallowing and beating myself up. Drinking, wallowing, beating myself up and so fucking sad that I could just give up.
If it weren't for this journal, I'd have no way to suck all the poison out. None of this means anything without him. None of it.
Classes start tomorrow.
I am so scared I will never be whole again. All the smiling and achievements and it still hurts. Fuck.
COMMENTS
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Nedra
13:40 Aug 28 2009
* BBBBBBBIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGGGGGGGGGGG hug *
I have no idea what is wrong but it sounded like you needed that.
MysticMoon
14:58 Aug 28 2009
you know your loved sweetie get all that crap off your chest * hugs xoxox