August112009
Yesterday: Crying myself to sleep. Wondering how it is that I became so isolated, when I made him the most important person in my life. Worrying that the roommate is leaving in less than two days. Feeling like this time, I might not make it as easily as the last. Feeling too tired to even think about it.
Today: Yummy breakfast. Eight-hour day. Garden work with my dad and brother. Getting through and not obsessing. It’s just a day. It’s just a year. It’s just one person. People survive. I survive.
