Don just left. I don\’t have therapy until next Friday. Having him here was fantastic and then he is gone and I find myself suddenly empty and hurting and wondering what the hell I am going to do with myself. Fucking hell, kiddo, how can you lose your identity that quickly? To be happy I seem to have to give myself up, and I do not want that.
I decided not to go to Ladyfest at all this weekend, or indeed, to go out at all this weekend. I don\’t want to see anybody; I\’ve had such a weird week, particularly the past twenty four hours, and I am very anti-most people at the moment. This leaves me with the question of what am I going to do with myself until physical therapy on Monday, and I am utterly terrified of the answer.
I think I\’m mostly just scared of the truth and looking at myself in the mirror in the next morning.
