dear diary
I'm hating on couples right now. all the happy couples I see, I want to squash them. why can't I be happy being single? because I am not independent. I hate life right now and want to kill myself. my own fucking mother says she wants to die. how is that supposed to not impact me. even if I try not to. fucking memories of him whenever I do stuff that I used to do with him. it's no point contacting him
who knew this would happen and who knew this would be so fucking hard.
now I have to go into work, and act like everything is cool and normal. I have to act professionally and chuck all my shot out the door and put the clients first.
all the worlds a stage,and we are merely players.
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