I don't even know what to say.  All I can think about is how he didn't pull through and how he's not understanding how much I need him right now.  It doesn't make him any less of a good boyfriend.  This is a learning process.

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Some things.   I'm not dead.

I just want to cry over everything but the worst pain is not being able to.  Not being able to sleep, cry, or focus.  I want for myself to blindly take opportunities as they come but my rationale always overrides.  When they say depression hurts, they really mean everywhere.  This pain extends even to my toes.