10:38 AM
Day 17
Same as every fucking day since February 20. Can't sleep, can't eat, can't stop crying, wishing I could will my heart to stop beating since I'm already dead.
8:46 PM
Public service announcement: if you feel it's necessary to try and guilt-trip me because I'm "not even trying," or because my pervasive sadness and depression is too hard for you to deal with, only SEVENTEEN FUCKING DAYS AFTER my new husband died, just leave me alone.
The fact that I'm still here despite the fact that I don't want to be? That's all the win you get right now. And if that's not good enough for you, well... Sorry, but I don't have the emotional capacity to help you deal with that.
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