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March 22, 2008
I didnít want to get out of bed this morning. Sometimes it hits me so hard that I simply canít function, canít pull myself together.

I told you that the world was too frightening, too stressful, too much. You wouldnít fix it, even when I asked you to. You said I needed to get out of the house, get some exercise and fresh air, spend time with people. I didnít want to, but you asked me to do it anyway. And you were right. I would be angry with you for that, if you hadnít said that you loved me.