Cesca called me tonight because of the issue. I thank God for true friends like her who listen to my rants and raves and nonsense especially when the going gets too tough. I was laughing all throughout our convo but I was hurting inside. I’m never going to be okay with crying, I guess. I’m always trying to look happy that I end up feeling shitless sad. All I want to say is that I am ineffably amassed by severe bouts of sadness, and no one knows about it. Not you. Not me. And most especially, not him.
I feel like a truck.
