Saturday February 18th, 2017 at 1:39 AM.
Today wasn’t too bad, it still sucked, but I guess it could have been worse. In my 18 years of my life I have learned that it can always get worse.
I cried today, more than once.
I still went with my friend to get her tattoo. It kept me distracted. I am pretty surprised with myself, because I actually told her what had happened.
It is 1:42 AM.
I just started my laundry, and I still have to shower in the morning. I’m leaving to go back to school tomorrow, and I have to be ready by 1 PM.
I am a little worried about leaving my mom.
It is now 1:42 PM.
My high of the day – getting out of the house. My low of the day – not knowing exactly what is going on, and definitely expecting the worst.
This was sad. I am sad though, so I guess it makes sense.
Also, I just realized how much I don’t like the word ‘sad’.