Sometimes writing doesn't fix it at all.

I feel better now. I mean, not healed. Thats going to take time, of course. But my friends that are still here made sure I knew it well. It sucks. I'll probably cry several more times. Sometimes in front of other people. Sometimes by myself. But it won't be like that one night again.

I hate that feeling.

It just makes me not want to let anyone close enough to do that. Makes me not want to care about anyone so much that it hurts like that when they leave.

But that won't work.

I feel better now. But I don't like the way this feels.