Yesterday was right up there with one of the worst days I've had. I sat on my bed with pills in my hand - just wanting to end it. Wanting to stop hurting. I can't handle this anymore. Its too hard, and too long, and taking up so much of my energy that should be going to other avenues of my life.
I feel blah today. I look blah. I want some motivation.
I don't even know the point of this. To update I guess. I wrote Andrea like 8 different letters, and erased them all last night.
It didn't matter.
Nothing I say can make up for the fact that I'm a shitty partner right now.