Lonely

Living apart officially sucks.

I don't have anybody to help me remember to take my drugs. If I don't take my drugs, I get screwed up pretty quickly.

I don't have anybody to lean on. When something freaky or scary or sad happens, I have nobody to turn to, except for Mom & Dad (who really oughtn't have to deal with a mentally ill daughter.)

I don't have anybody to cuddle with. I mean, I can cuddle with little boy, but I hold him, not the other way around.

My family is here, but I don't really have any friends here any more. Which is weird, because I lived here my whole life. And in any case, friends are not husbands.

I've got another two full months of this. It had better be worth it.