I haven't felt like crying over something so little and petty in a very long time. I thought I was past this, but this just sucks. I didn't think it would affect me THIS much, but it does. I'm just sick of getting fucked over.

Everything keeps building up this week and I think I just need to get away for a little. Glad I'm leaving Thursday.

I'm also really glad Annette's home, her timing was strangely perfect. Being here, doing the same old things we did when we were 13 is comforting.