All's fair.

Tonight I came the closest I've been to texting him.
I wanted to tell him I miss him, and I hope he's ok, and I love him.

I didn't do it, but the pain of this grief is unbearable.

I know it will pass, it always does.
But at the moment it is overwhelming.

* * *

I talked to psych lady about things that affect my mood -- the things that bring me crashing down.
Injustice is one of those things.

'Life isn't fair,' she said to me.

I know that.
But I still can't handle it.
That's why I'm being treated for a personality disorder and most everyone else isn't.