I realize that this makes me sound like an alcoholic, but I only say this because when I'm awake, I do nothing but cry. And it sucks. A lot.
I remember the last time I was happy. I had a job, a decent job. Cara and I were getting back together, and then I found out some information, and it all went downhill from there.
I lost that job, and Cara put out her little personal ad for a new boyfriend. and bam! I'm alone again. Maybe if I hadn't freaked out, and kept that job, I'd be happier now?
What if what if what if.