NJM 9 – those pictures haunt me.

Dear Diary;

Shit, I have to write today, don’t I?

*heavy sigh*

I spent the past hour writing a "true feelings" letter to E. I thought getting it all out would be therapeutic and I could let go faster, but the truth is, it kind of makes me feel worse. So much for that idea, eh? (that letter is in my "true feelings" diary, btw).

I spent a little under a hour staring at pictures of her last night before I went to bed, so as you can probably imagine, I had dreams of her face all night. It was torture. If you missed those pictures, they’re back in that faves only entry from yesterday.

I hate my life.