When its all over, who will be standing by your side in the end?

My mother woke me up way to early this morning. I woke up feeling like I had run a marathon in my sleep. I don't want to work today, but cant really do much about that. I'm learning more and more each day about myself and about others. I'm learning who are my real friends, and who are the people that are only "part-time friends," you know, those friends that are only there for your good days, but run and hide from the bad. next week, I'm pretty sure I'm going to bawl my eyes out. I'm wearing one of the shirts I stole from him, even though its not my favorite. My favorite one is the blue goalie one he gave me. One of my goals was to try and find something real, and get over "him" and just when im about to do that, it slips through my fingers, like any other good thing I've ever had. I just dont know how to handle this anymore. Just when I think things are looking up, everything pours back down onto me. This is just wrong.


"Each day gets more and more like the last day"