Watched Premonition last night coz it suited my mood. Cried my heart out. It was heart-breaking how Sandra Bullock deals with her husband's loss/non-death each and every morning. Have you ever had that before? You know a time when you force yourself to sleep after a long, bad day and you think that things will be better in the morning??? Last night was one of those nights. I wanted to sleep so badly but I can't. I can't stop thinking. Always thinking. I think I fell asleep thinking.
When I opened my eyes this morning I was still thinking. I feel like I'm going down that long, winding road of depression again. I got to work this morning and nothing mattered. Not even his smile or his stories of what happened to his weekend. Nope, that didn't make me feel better at all. I hate this. I hate me.
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