I guess today was just meant to be speant in the lonesome. I finished the defensive driving. Thankfully passed, I mean, I slept through a good two-three sections of it. I put off shopping for jewlery with my mother, thank god, she has been especially overbearing lately and I can't take any more of it. I wanted to go see a movie, or buy new sunglasses, see someone. But everyone was either busy, or just didn't care enough to contact me back.

I ended up going to see a movie by myself. Refreshing I guess. Hot tears of course streamed down my face for most of the movie. Romanitcism gets me. But they didn't really stop once I left the theatre, nor on the drive home. I've been an emotional wreck since yesterday, and I don't know what to make of it.

The only thing worse than not having it, is having it half.
Cant. I just can't.