Things aren't well, and I've a feeling that they won't be for a while.
The two weeks without Shane has turned into three and four and will turn into five weeks and six and seven and I'm just going to have to learn to deal.
Things used to be so nice. It's my fault things have fucked up so badly. He used to enjoy being with me, but I can't help but feel as if I'm .. imposing, anymore.
No matter what I say, it'll come out wrong, but I don't like that he'd rather spend his rare day off with his friends and never with me. I'd rather he come out and say he's bored with me than make me sit at home and wish I was remembered.
This will be day number three that I cry myself to sleep.