Thanks for replying to my post yesterday. I still feel like a crazy person, but at least I'm a crazy person with her sister's netflix account and some squalid internet pals. You are all the best.

This morning Sokka and I agreed it was best not to hang out for a while, which made me feel like utter shit. Luckily it was my day off and my scheduled audition was canceled, so I was able to sob all day and eat all my leftover junk food. I'm pretty sure he thinks I'm a psycho stalker ex, but he was really nice about it.

Not to sound melodramatic or anything, but sometimes I miss the old days before medication. Things were so much...easier then. A girl could just sink into her own hole and internally kick herself all day. Now I'm on the cusp- I don't want to go back, but times like this I want to want to go back, which is scary. It's scarily seductive, the desire to stop fighting. Does that make sense?

If you'll excuse me, I'm going to try not to go off the deep end. It would be profoundly unfeminist to do such a thing over a man, don't you think?*

*I'm only partially joking here. I'm pretty embarrassed that I'm getting this upset and blathering to you guys about my (lack of) love life. I'm upset over other things too, of course, but it's harder to get through those other things when you're missing what was once a big part of your support system.