It's 6:30 pm and I've made it through today (so far) without chocolate, without escaping into nothingness, without any addictive behaviors (ok, there's one, but we won't talk about it here). And the pain has been absolutely searing. I am so sick of crying and feeling so fucking blue. Thank God (who?) for friends and acquaintances who really care about humans and want people to be happy. Cause there have been enough of the evil ones in my life.
So I am going to a party tonight, I don't want to, but I am, just to get my mind off of the pain, and hope it doesn't backfire in my face, like it does half the time. With any luck - I'll have a good time. Now I have to find something to wear.
And someday I will dance on that rat-bastard's grave.