The true day doesn't start until 1PM

Yesterday was crap. Utter crap. It was a bad day of emotional relapse and falling prey to severe love withdrawl. It was suck. Dave has gotten to go out alot, hanging out with people his own age--and he sounds like he's gotten alot of healing done. I envy the piss out of him for it. Being at home is re-energizing, but it isn't healing. I spend my days at home, alone. My nights with my family. Yeah. So I unloaded on him, since he seems to have reached a point where he could take it. I felt better.

Today started out sucking just as much, but I knew it wasn't supposed to because all the fucking stupid horoscopes I read told me things were going to get better starting on the 7th. So I took a shower. Slowly, things sucked less. And now I just want to get back to Hiram. I'm ready to rock, just a little. Although I dont' know that my schoolwork will let me do so. Oh, and don't read horoscopes for hope. Mine told me things have sucked, they will get better for the duration of the spring and summer, but then in the fall they are going to suck again. Piss on the planets.