I need to rant. And I'm sorry if this becomes one of those "you're so much more than that" books, but it seems I've underestimated those. Because sometimes, when something awful happens and you're lying in bed sobbing, you really need someone to be there for you and to comfort you.
What's a rant book for, after all?
I lost a friend tonight.
I've been with her for so long-- for a year --and apparently she's mad at me about something. Maybe I've been a Mary Sue without realizing. But... Dang. That hurt. I'm not calling out names because that'd just make everything worse. But... Let me just tell you readers all my emotions.
I'm sad. I feel like there's a giant hole in my gut. There's a lump in my throat.
Okay I'm not going to be over dramatic here.
I'm going to end this part here.. But I'll be on creativity block for a long time... This is what depression will do to you. But it's become so common you're all probably used to it.