This week has been hell.
I keep thinking about him.
I've hung out with a friend of mine, but he hasn't been available lately, so that means no distractions.
I think it's finally hitting me that our relationship is really over, and I have to re-plan my life.
I HATE DATING.
I just want an evening of fun before I do my SCUBA training tomorrow. Cause I'm sure the last thing I need to be while practicing scuba diving is depressed.
It doesn't even feel like my meds are helping.
I haven't eaten much at all this week. Maybe 3 or 4 meals in the past 5 days.