Well this week has been harsh. It's been one of the hardest weeks of my life I think, so I guess I'm sorry if I've been weird....Today was the best though, as hard as it was to let go/move on/acknowlege what was happening, I got through it, and thanks so much to everyone that helped me. My god. So I wrote about what happened today, and I won't post it all, just the last paragraph (it's still censored)
Jessica, Sepanta, and I gazed far off, deep in thought. The silent murmur of broken conversation reached me from across the room as I continued to ponder my situation and figure out what song Sepanta was listening to. I let her ending song be my anthem. In my mind I pictured all my moments with ******: smiling, laughing, talking, being near me, and what they all meant to me, fade away as the last notes of the Coldplay song slowly came to a halt on Sepanta's borrowed ipod.
"You know, the worst thing is," Alex had said at lunch, "that ****** has no clue what you've gone through."
Jesus it's hard to let go, but it's for the best. If I haven't personally thanked you yet for helping me through this week, then get ready for one dammit. And since this entry is totally lacking of crappy paint pics, I've managed one:
It's always darkest just before dawn.