I thought today wasn't gonig to be like it is. . .
I hate feeling like this. Feeling like there's no one in the world to talk to. When it hurts so bad that I start crying. And no one has any idea about it. And there's nothing anyone can do. . . not even Jeremy. Because he's out with Jason. No tellin when he's gonna get home. I probably won't even be able to talk to him tonight and it's our anniversary. FUCK! Times like this I hate being alive. And no one has any clue about it. And it kills me inside not being able to talk to anybody about it. I thought, I mean I really thought that today was going to be good. I finally got a decent amount of sleep, I woke up at 9:00 am and Jeremy even called me and told me Happy Anniversary. But all of that just fell into the pits of Hell. I don't feel like going into it, but it just did. ANd it hurts. Very bad. And as usual, I don't know how I'm going to handle it. . .