I’m sad. I’m crying. I used to cry a lot when I was little. If I stepped on a bug I’d burst into tears. Funny thing - I was so busy crying for everything else, I never cried for myself. Now I cry for me. For you. For us.


 It’s okay. It’s okay to want someone you can’t have. It’s okay to want something more. It’s okay to cry when you’re hurt, and it’s okay to stay mad at someone who hurt you. Believe it or not, it’s always going to be okay. That’s just how it works. Sometimes things don’t work out how you want them to, and most of the time, it seems like they never will. But eventually, everything is going to iron out some way or another. You just have to believe, keep your faith, and move on.


After 17 days. Finally everything has sunk in. I need to talk to someone about my inner feelings, but I don't know who to turn to. Plenty of them to talk to, but who? I need a getaway.