This weekend was good and bad. Friday I didn't do much of anything, worked all of saturday and then went out with Emilia and Kristen. I over drank and I know I did. I don't think I'll be drinking for a long long time. That night was a total right off for me. Sunday I worked all day and then came home, watched LOST and fell asleep early.

I now have three days off and I don't really know what I'll do with those three days. Probably hangout with Emilia, like we usually do.

I am so sick of finding out new things about you. We don't even talk anymore but I still hear things that happened while we did talk. Why do you do these things to me? I don't deserve it. You're not honest in any way, I feel betrayed. And yet, for some fucked up reason, I still find myself missing you. After everything you have done. I don't even know if anything you've ever told me has been true or not. But I won't break down, I won't cave and contact you. This is what's best for the both of us.