Dear diary,

I just spent the better part of my day moping in bed. It only made me sadder.

I don't like being sad, so I took a walk. Taking a walk helped me a lot to feel better. Takes my mind off of things.

I guess I was burying a lot of my worries and they all just exploded and I took it all out on poor Blu. He's reconstructed himself and we've made up. There was a lot of crying, though it was mostly me. I still feel slightly guilty but for the most part I don't have a clue what I'm feeling.

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There's a lot of dread and annoyance, some anger, plenty of sadness. It's a complete mess.

I feel like I remembered something important, had a melt down, and just deleted a bunch of memories all at once.

Love,

Tina