Tired. Sleepy. Another disappointment. Heartbroken. A wound that takes too long to heal (cliché)- blend of Emma Woodhouse and Marianne Dashwood. All the distractions have not helped.
Another fight, this time quite bad. Certain things seem insignificant but stick to one forever. Depressed and quite suicidal (with several dramatic plots in the head), but afraid of the cold.
So much hair (mine) on the floor, though it was just vacuumed last night- another depressing scene. Expecting to look like Stanley Tucci soon.