I just cried for almost 3 hours straight.
I’m exhausted, my face hurts, I feel physically ill. I talked to a few people who helped a little, it’s just the only person who knows how to make me feel less like a maniac when I’m being a maniac is my best friend, and once I talked to him, although it took me a long time, I calmed down enough to resolve to get some rest, since exhaustion definitely aggravates my depression. I really want a hug. Especially one of those bestfriends hugs where the world disappears and all you know is the comfort and safety of home.
I miss you. Existence is hard, and harder without you to fight it out with.
