P.s. I was walking down the hall and listening to Fix You and it hit me so hard in the stomach I could hardly breathe that he's going to come home and say he can't do this anymore.
I hope it's only because of the fact tomorrow I'm going to come out as (if only in the physical sense) less of a woman.
It's SO so hard. And frustrating. And it sucks REAL bad. I don't know what to do. So, so hard. Whomever it is up there that's testing me, you can stop now. Really.
My attempt at writing an entry after 0956854623 days has failed. Oh well, there's always tomorrow...the best excuse of a 'depressive'. I'll feel better soon, I know it. I'm just sad you know?
Jonathan the counsellor says I have to start writing again...that was a week ago. I should get on that.