But when he comes they don't know how to go...

Well... I was good for two days. It's just like it used to be. I can hold myself together for the most part when people are around, but the moment I am alone it all starts again. I think Alex blames himself a little, for not being here, and that just pisses me off. Not at him, at me. He was cute, he caught on and went into protector mode. He got rid of the juice, he made me cut up the pictures, he made me delete most of my MP3 player, he made me cancel my bad Myspace, and said he doesn't want me talking to Kat anymore. We semi fought. It wasn't a real fight, just me crying and him pinning me down in a hug so I couldn't run away. He stayed there just like that, hugging me against the couch until I quit crying and I got a hold of myself. Then he talked to me for a few hours, long enough to get me to think clearly. Apparently not long enough to keep me thinking clearly. I know it's stupid, and I know it looks like it's all for attention, but it's not. I swear it's not. I just can't always keep it under control.

In time though.

Not even going to think of something catchy...

Alright. I trying to calm down. God we fucked up. Alex's grandma died, and he got a ticket to come home for the funeral. But money is tight. His ticket purchase just went through, and Anita already cashed our rent check before I could talk to her. So now our account is overdrawn by 174$, and there is nothing I can do to fix it until Thursday. I don't know what to do, and I'm freaking out.