why is it the little things that bother me? I do really well and then something pops up that reminds me how much I miss someone. Like I found a picture that was taken or E says something. Then there still is the hurt that someone can take me loosing my mind and judge me. I was lost and trying to find my way. I should know that if they judge me that they are not worth my care and concern, but some days it is so hard.
I shouldn't be drinking but I am, hoping to drown the pain right now since once again plans fell through and I get shafted. People wonder why I want to give up.