broken, day 18

"TTYL?" There never seems to be a later. Quinn and I haven’t really talked since the encounter last weekend. I’ve tried a few times to say hi or something, just reaching out to him to show him I’m not mad. And it’s always "ttyl?" and I say sure, ok, that’s fine. But later doesn’t seem to come.

I may rip him a new one for this in a day or two if he still doesn’t get back to me. I’m going to be doing some serious talking to people soon. I’m tired of making time for people and them not returning the favor. Quinn among them but there are others.

Other than that, I’m doing okay. Just taking it one day at a time and getting better at faking that I’m okay. Fake it until you make it. That’s basically my motto right now. I still have moments when I can’t breathe it hurts so badly. And I cry myself to sleep every night. But I don’t randomly start crying at work anymore and that’s an improvement.

Okay, going to meet up with some friends from work tonight. It’s tough to fake it but it helps having friends who are out of their damn minds.