i really need to work on my attitude
It's been almost three days since Trevor left. 3 days. I'm not healing, in fact, just the opposite, I am getting more sad and more lonesome as the hours pass. I think about him often and reminiscence on all the laughs we shared together. Before now I never realized how excruciating love can be. And how the loss of a love, even for a relatively short period of time, can turn one into such a damn sap and pessimist. Since he left, I've been aggravated and depressed over even the smallest missteps. Of course, I have always been more on the sensitive side but without him physically here with me, I feel so fragile. What I need most is support, but I unfortunately I cannot find it anywhere. Everyone is just a little too wrapped up in their own tragedies.
Like I have said a million and one times, I am ready to move on with my life. High school is awful and every minute I spend walking the halls of the hell hole that is Jack Britt is another minute I want to throw myself off of a very, very tall building. At the same time, I am scared shitless that college life and beyond will be just as horrible, but with bills.