Aug 06, 2009 03:03
I just took my journal off of auto-friends only. So... Yeah. I might regret it, but we'll see.
Kristine posted pictures of Lindsey's wedding. I know I made the right decision about not going, as if I could even afford it, but it still hurts. I wish I could have seen it, because I do still love her, no matter how she views things now. But I know I couldn't have sat through it without bawling, and not for good reasons. I'm hurt, I'm really hurt, and I still don't know why I've been thrown out. But I guess there's not much I can do about it.
Trying to move on with my life, but it's hard when I'm sitting at home, crippled. That being said, physical therapy is helping. Slowly. Anti-psychotics and mood stabilizers are not, however. I fucking hate my life.
Justin deserves a medal for dealing with me. Really. I wish I could stop wanting to kill myself, because then maybe I wouldn't feel so bad about him having to deal with me. Everything just needs to stop hurting.
Also - please don't give me sympathy. I've figured out who my real friends are these days, and I know you love me. I love you too.