i don't believe i'll be alright, i don't believe i'll be ok...
i've been doing so well this whole week not thinking about *HIM*. whenever i have a good memory i make someone tell me something bad he did to me so i wont' get sad. so i haven't even cried at all or been depressed or anything...until today. i was cleaning my room and i found a pair of guys jeans w/ a parliment butt in the pocket. that was all i needed. started fucking bawling my eyes out. damn this random shit that makes me upset. sometimes i think i'm not letting myself grieve this by keeping myself busy...maybe it's not really as good of a thing as i thought in the first place. maybe i should just cry for a few days and get it out. i think i might just be pushing it away. idk. i hate him.