Um....
Pretty much the most ridiculous day of my life. I started crying at 5pm and couldn't stop. Literally, I couldn't stop. And the kicker is,....closed at Starbucks! I was totally in the back room most of the night crying my fucking eyes out. About what? Pretty much everything that has happened in the last oh, seven months or so that I have tried to just not fully deal with. Stupid idea, not dealing with things as they happen. I don't think I have ever cried so long and so hard in my life. I'm not going to lie, I have been really really fucking depressed the last several days. Like, more so than ever before. I mean, we all know I am an emotional mess, but even I was like, "Woah Ferril, seriously stop." At this point, I don't necessarily feel much better, nor do I feel that I came to any strong conclusions through my indecent amount of crying. I think I am just completely empty. Damn. This sucks. I'll pull out of it soon, I just don't know when soon is.