Other than that, I really don't feel like being helped. I wish I felt trusting enough with someone here that I could just break in front of them. Ever since I was able to do that for Rachel... I have no way to describe it. She still loved me, even after I was a snot-mess right in front of her. There was such a feeling, when I found that out...

 

I feel so out-of-sorts, still. Schedule stuff. Blech. I'm even having trouble stringing together a sentence. Everybody take care, and maybe tomorrow I'll feel better--but I doubt it; I have work.