Minus six is the loneliest number...
So i found myself in an unwarranted predicament where up was down and down remained down. Now i can't believe that it's through. Just like that. Problem today, gone tomorrow. I can't really say that i'm comfortable with all of it. Cheaper than i expected but at what sentimental cost. My stomach still hurts. Day after day, it's nerves. My mind has its bags packed but somehow can't escape my skull. I would've imagined it smarter than that. I wish every day that he wasn't the only one i had to confide in. Today was a huge deal and here i am, talking to myself and no one's listening. Maybe i don't want them to know. I'm ashamed, embarressed, and feeling kinda shitty. And i've got no fuckin pick me ups.