It's been the longest 48 hours of my life

[hart_shapdbox]

I broke up with Steve Friday night, and I really wish I had Mattman to talk to. I know he would tell me I did the right thing, and know what to say to ease my pain. I am the one who broke up with him , so why do I feel like wicked shit, and he's fine? I hate him something fierce, and yet I still can't forget about him. He haunts my mind, and it has only been 48 fucking hours. Why can he drive me insane like this? Why do I let him plague me like this? I thought I was depressed before but this was some serious shit I went through this weekend. I would randomly burst out crying, and then I literally spent 24 hours in my bed. I went to bed at 8 p.m. on Friday night, and I only got out of bed to pee on saturday. Finally my friends Kate and Eugene dragged me out of bed to go out with them. And after that I was okay. I started laughing. I guess I just need out of the house.

Vicki died my har a bright red today. I dig it.

I miss him.
I should go to bed before I am tempted to call him.

bye man

brea