Day 3.
April 3rd, 2007 Posted in Depression, Lonely, Matt, Trip
Every time I talk to him my heart breaks a tiny bit more.
This is awful.
A word to the wise: missing someone sucks. Especially if they don’t miss you the same way. Excuse my bitterness. I get bitchy when I’m depressed. I really just wished I could control it as easily as Matt could.