Brendan! He's back! He jumped up on me in the night and started purring like mad. I'm so glad I was awake. Does anyone else have their cat back? Oh, this makes me happy.
In other news, men are scum... except Ryan. He's lovely.
Oh, and Happy Birthday, Theodore.
Whoever said 'pain gets better with time', was lying. I don't understand, no scratch that, I do understand why. He didn't want me to see Michael and I refused to even compromise. I don't know why he got so riled about it though.
I lie awake at night and just stare up. I cry at night so no-one sees during the day. I act as though everything is normal and that I'm upset but that I'm fine. I never understood before we started this, that writing things down, sometimes makes things worse. I always thought 'A problem shared is a problem halved'. I was such a fool. I'm angry and I hate it! I hate him. I hate him! I hate him! I HATE HIM!
I love him.
Maybe it will get better. For once... I don't know. It's not something I can learn from a book, is it? I try to avoid the Great Hall when it's busy. I don't know what I'd do if I saw him.
And Anya thinks I'd cheat on him?! I would never do that, to anyone. I hate being angry but I can't think to be any other way.