I dont even know what to type. What to say. Or even how to have a remotely clear thought, at the moment. I hate everything about this week. And its only just begun. I have never been so hurt by him. Im so weak. I have nothing left to give. Josh took all of me. Every little bit of me. And I have no more to give. No more pull left. I can barely stand on my own two feet anymore. I need someone to help me walk. To help me stand. To walk with me. All of this will be worth it in the end. Right? Right!? Please tell me that all of this will work out! That she will start DOING something about this mess. That I will feel so much more important than their fling. Please tell me that he wont ever do this to me again. Please, just let me have a happy ending. Im going over tonight. We'll talk. And work things out in person. And I will die just a little bit more. Just a little bit.