So yeah, I feel terrible again. And no talking to my boyfriend today - just like yesterday. Amazing, great, really. But it's my own fucking fault and that makes all of this a million times worse. But he doesn't see that, he doesn't know it so it's okay anyway. And nobody cares.
Also, there's something I really want to talk about right now. And I know who I'd tell it, but I know he doesn't like talking about it, so I guess I shouldn't bring it up then. It really annoys me though...
Now I want to go to bed too. There's nothing for me to do anyway. I hate this. I hate everything.
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