A Bad Week for Everybody.

Everybody seems to just be having bad days lately. A Turin friend of mine has a terrible boyfriend. Like, really, she needs to break up with him now. Another Turpin friend is, as far as I can tell, going to drive themselves insane with their mutilated self-image. One of my Anderson friends doesn't seem to be having a much better time. And then there's me. Who went from happy to sobbing in, was it even a week? I broke down yesterday, and had to call someone. They heard me, how pathetic and damp I was. I cried that night too. Because that call made me realize just how big a problem it is that I never see you over at Anderson. I needed a hug and to be calmed, but I can't get that in person anymore, I have to settle for a phone call that David can walk in on me in the middle of. It also made me think how much you guys mean to me. Maybe you don't need me, maybe you never even wanted me, but I need you. It's not a choice. I can't do this, not now with everything that's going on, without my friends. And all of them except for maybe one are gone.