Christmas Sux
Well I'm going to the worst place on earth for Christmas. Six long, dreadful days, and I know I'll I'm going to do the whole time I'm there is think about shit I shouldn't think about. Well it's been awhile since I've talked to Greg. He posted something on myspace that really hurt my feelings, but it probably shouldn't have. I mean we're broken up, I'm not suppose to get upset that he's out looking for other girls to be with. So I took him off my myspace account so I can't look at his stuff anymore. It's helped a lil. The book I'm reading is really helping me. I'm learning a lot about myself. My counselor is helping also. She says it's probably best that Greg and I are not speaking right now. She said maybe later on down the road we should try to be friends, but not right now. There is to much emotion. To may hurt feelings right now.
Wish I could be spending Christmas with David. I wish I knew how to post pics on here. I miss him so damn much. No one knows that I lay down and cry myself to sleep every night. I'm slipping back into the depression again. I'm still taking my meds, but things seem to be going up and down. WWWWUUUUSSSSAAAA.
Merry Christmas everyone.
Wish I could be spending Christmas with David. I wish I knew how to post pics on here. I miss him so damn much. No one knows that I lay down and cry myself to sleep every night. I'm slipping back into the depression again. I'm still taking my meds, but things seem to be going up and down. WWWWUUUUSSSSAAAA.
Merry Christmas everyone.