Another Day

I feel like I had been doing so good this weekend. I was strong, and I was coping, and then. . .

I kind of went back into mourning last night, and I have to say that this is hard. It is hard feeling like this and knowing that there is nothing you can do to make yourself feel better or make the situation better or fix anything or really do anything at all. It sucks.

Not that I want to give anyone the impression that I am some ball of mush on the couch or anything. I am going out with friends tonight and trying to keep busy and give my life some sort of structure and focus (to keep my mind occupied). Anyway, I will get through it. I will get by. I just miss Patrick. I really do.