It's been a long time since I've written in here...and a long time since I've written anything anywhere.
Yesterday I was horribly discouraged. My mom was making thing worse for me emotionally. I was supposed to see my boyfriend Ryan today [I still am], so I went to bed, but I couldn't sleep. I had too many unhappy scenarios and more suicidal thoughts [YOU? SUICIDAL? Me: Yes...it is true.] I burst into tears and desperately called Ryan.
Thank goodness he was still awake, or else who knows what I would have done.
Never before has someone actually cared about my emotions. I've gotten sympathy, but not any genuine concern. I couldn't run to anyone else when I was upset, specially my own mother. She absolutely hates seeing or hearing me cry. I had to keep everything to myself around her, and it's been eating away at me.
An hour and a half later, I was smiling and feeling much better. He said he was glad I called him, and he'd rather me call him when I'm upset, no matter where or when he is.
He actually cares about me.
I may be more in love than ever.
 Skarlis · Sat Jan 24, 2009 @ 07:07pm · 1 Comments |
