It's been tough, but I'm trying to be tough right back.
Don't tell anyone, but someone skipped two classes this week. I know, but I'm drowning in my own thoughts. They're killing me, and getting heavier and louder. I need help. I made an appointment to see the psychiatrist as soon as school started. My back is hurting more and more. I CANNOT stop eating. Can't sleep because I'm obsessing. Worrying. Distracting myself.
My heart is breaking. I even had a nightmare about "her" again, but this was the first one that didn't end in us becoming friends, it ended in more hurt. It messed up my whole day. I knew what every detail symbolized. Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever completely get over it. Why is that responsibility mine? I didn't do anything wrong. Why did he even tell me?
This life isn't meant for me, it's not a good fit. That's what this all feels like, trying to fit a triangle-shaped block into a circular hole. I don't know what to do anymore.
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