Well, I survived! Yay for me... and everyone else who makes it through the battle. Gold stars all around!
It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, it usually never is. The day came and went like any other. It was the day after and today that are proving to be a big struggle.
I'm feeling... I don't know. It's kind of like I'm just going through the motions of a living person, but not living. Taking each breath but not breathing.
I'm having a hard time concentrating and trying to write. My thoughts are all over the place.
I think I miss T and C but won't admit it. OK, yeah, I miss them. But at the same time I don't. I'm becoming the person I was, the person I know, whom I comfortable with. The one who doesn't have feelings, who doesn't really give a fuck what happens...
I don't even know what I'm doing anymore