So, my last prediction came true. They were engaged last month.
My life is boring, stagnant, purposeless. It would be no matter what he had done. I take responsibility for my own lack of confidence and motivation. Doing my job makes me happy, but it doesn't fill up enough hours of the day, nor does it distract me from the fact that I am alone when I come home at night.
I am falling apart again, and the worst thing is that I have no one I can talk to about it. Hearing people tell me what to do or to "get over it" just makes me feel that much worse.
I sprained my ankle on Friday, and they gave me a bottle of pain pills. I hate them. I have literally opened up a wound from seven years ago, physically and emotionally.
I am going to try to start writing on a daily basis again, even if I'm the only one reading.
4:41 p.m. - Sunday, Mar. 11, 2007
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