Seven days.

It's been a rough week.

I had plans. I was so happy with my life. So happy with everything that was happening. So happy with the way things were going. And I blew it. I'm such a fucking control freak! And I have to have EVERY relationship in my life "defined".

I wasn't wasting my time with you. I was living my life with you! And now, that's gone. Now, we don't speak. Now, we can't even look at each other. And I hate that, because I LOVE you, and you became my best friend. You were the only person I trusted not to hurt me.

And I fucked it up. Just like I fuck everything up.

This last week has been horrid. Actually, horrid doesn't even begin to describe the way it's been. It's been stress. It's been sadness. It's been tears. It's been sickness. It's been fucking BINGE EATING which I haven't done in years. It's been so horribly miserable not having you at all.