I had an emotional breakdown. The worst one since the breakup.
In third period.
I was bawling so hard, just in class. I don't know if I'm supposed to explain why. I'll wait a week and then maybe I will.
I'm going downhill so fast. And now... Now he's... Gone. I just want to be left alone. Mother doesn't understand. She doesn't get why I'm so angry all the time. I'm "Unappreciative".
I'm not. I'm dying a bit every day, and living a bit too. Slowly, the living is catching up. I'm proud. But scared. So scared of life again. I'm terrified.
I'm slipping lately. Slipping fast down the side of a mountain.
And I don't know where the cliff is.
Going to Garret's tomorrow. I'm also scared of that. But he's sweet, so I'm sure it'll be fun.