It hit me
I'm sitting here. Shaking. Tears rolling down my face in streams, but only from my left eye. That isn't metaphorical. I'm not crying. I can't. I already have a migraine enough to kill you. I just finished ripping my hair out, strand by strand. I curled into a little ball like the little girl I am and hugged my knees. I can't type this anymore.
And now it's over. It hit me. Then it left. I have a feeling that this was a mere pinprick compared to what I'm in for. I can't believe it took about half a year to just begin to hit me. I still talk to people like we're still in love. I hope it never hits me. I'm much too afraid to face it now. Alone.
On a much better note...
I went to Jamie's tonight. It was fun times. We watched House Of Wax, which was scary at first, but then became a huge waste of time. Then we watched The Importance of Being Ernest. I love that movie so much! He drew me a picture. It's really weird hahah. It's in my wallet now. And he gave me his business card. lol
His parents don't seem as scary as I thought. I hope they like me! :S
And now it's over. It hit me. Then it left. I have a feeling that this was a mere pinprick compared to what I'm in for. I can't believe it took about half a year to just begin to hit me. I still talk to people like we're still in love. I hope it never hits me. I'm much too afraid to face it now. Alone.
On a much better note...
I went to Jamie's tonight. It was fun times. We watched House Of Wax, which was scary at first, but then became a huge waste of time. Then we watched The Importance of Being Ernest. I love that movie so much! He drew me a picture. It's really weird hahah. It's in my wallet now. And he gave me his business card. lol
His parents don't seem as scary as I thought. I hope they like me! :S