Oh my God, Really? I just want my stomach to feel better. I'm pretty sure I have myself kind of convinced that I'm alright, but I kind of feel like vomiting all the fucking time and feel like I might hiccup and burst into tears.

Goddamnit, I want things to be fine and normal, and I'm sure it will be once I leave my house. I just need to find the fundamental capability to face the world.

Sleep eludes me, and even Demian seems depressed. Work tomorrow? I don't even know. My chest is tight and constricted, I can't hold more than half a thought in my head and I feel seething anger below the surface.

I had a random thought today, and I didn't like it. Why did he wait to ask me for a divorce until he was seeing someone? he could have divorced me any time in these last 2 fucking years. I don't understand him and I wish Mags were still alive. She could help me...