soo, i think i am better now. not sure. i didn't cry for like 3-4 days. then i did one day. after that i haven't really cried that much...well i did yesterday for a little bit...then today cause my aunt was in the ER & she is getting surgery in the 7th as it is so i was worried. but she is fine now. (: mom still hasn't made me an appointmet to find out if i have anxiety &/or depression, cause it runs in the family and my mom herself has depression...but if she doesn't do it soon, imma ask...

Can anyone actually say that there friendship had so many problems to it because of a guy,that dated your friend and then fell for you? Well thats a problem I have been in for almost four months,and I must say it's gotten me a complete emotional wreck. Lately I just wanna tell her I am done being her friend,all she does is complain that I want to get back together with my ex-boyfriend,it's not her decision, if I am happy with him,which I am so so much , I will give us another try,though we have...

I have been thinking alot about what my ex-boyfriend has been telling me since monday night,is he actually right that I am scared of my friend's opinion's of my own happiness with getting back together with him? He maybe right that I get scared when ever my one friend says, it gets me so stressed out, that I just gave up on his and mine relationship, I didn't want to, I felt horrible and wish I could just stop myself from breaking us up. He also said that he's been hurt alot,so he's used to it,I...

169 Days today since u last hugged me. 169 days since i last saw your face. 169 days of heartbreak. 169 days without my best friend in the whole world.

Today at 9:45 we should be getting on that plane and going on holidays. Me and you.

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