I cried.
hard. then I stopped.
I don't know that I feel better, but I DO know that listening to Joni Mitchell sing "Blue" and frantically read my old livejournal entries, looking for stuff I wrote about Katie and me is not a healthy thing.
I read this, and it broke my heart. (i wouldn't read it if your name starts with a T, J, W or L. or a Y.)
The only consolations I have are built on faith.