I can't write much. I can't keep it together.
I've been struggling with the public-ness of this journal. For a long time, I knew no one read it, and that was great. Now I know some people do, and it puts some pressure on me. It also limits what I can write about here.
Denyse and I broke up. I know for the past week this has been a terrorism journal, but it's back to being about me. I feel awful, sad, tired, broken hearted. It was me, but I'm still heartbroken. I think she's one of the most wonderful people in the world, and I'm having trouble getting my mind around what's happened. But it has.
I wasn't being nice, I was treating her badly, and I couldn't do it anymore. I have too much respect for her. She deserves more.
Anyway, I have to sleep. If possible. I never got to tell anyone about my crazy dream last night, and I probably never will.
