What is the matter with me? I can neither remember nor make sense out of the dream I had this past night. And yet, as I woke up, all I could do was cry for a good 2 hours.
All I can remember was that JP was in it. I woke up with the feeling he was mad at me.
Honestly I wasn't sure I would be able to make it through the day. I made myself stop crying so I could get ready for church, but every time I got something done, I'd sit back and start over.
At church everybody was talking to me, and I was acting happy and goofy as a usually do, flying around, being annoying, but... God, I just wanted to go home. I just wish I could. I just wish I could hear grandma yelling at me for getting home at 2 am. For working too much. For not putting the left-overs in the fridge.
Should I really be here? Is it really worth it? Being away from everything and everyone I love? Everyone who loves me? I am feeling so lonely and so guilty.
GUILTY! What the heck is wrong with me? I feel like I am a horrible daughter, sister, friend, everything.
My brother just graduated. My best friend. My only friend for half of my life. And I wasn't there.
My friends and family are all proud of me and I don't know what the heck they are proud of. I miss them. I want to go home.
God I just wanted ... I just didn't want to cry anymore.