Spent most of the day staring at the wall.
Ana and Kelly tried to prod me out of it with phone calls and messages. They got me to shower for the first time since... Tuesday? I can't remember.
Don't
want to move. Don't want to eat. Had something to drink, which, due to
the lack of food, had me stumbling around. Not tempted to do it again,
mainly because more alcohol would cost money.
Can't stop crying.
I don't know why it's hitting me so hard. It's not like I haven't been
sick before, or broke before, or lacking in future prospects before.
I keep hoping that if I close my eyes and don't move, it'll all go away. Or at least I can pretend it will.
I've got a month to work it out. Or else.
Or else.