I think I'm coming down with something. I'm going to stay home in bed, so don't expect me to be at work.


Nothing has ever hurt this much before. I should have seen it coming, really I should have, but I just... didn't. God, I wanted to believe so much that things were going to be okay, that we'd work out and that we could be happy together, and he seemed like he wanted it, too. One minute we were fine and the next, just... gone.

Fuck. I hate this.