I am truly alone.
Today should be the happiest day in my life in two years. I accomplished one of the hardest goals I ever set for myself and today I overcame. And yet... it fells so empty, I went to celebrate, but I could think of no one to invite with me that didn't already have something else to do (or would just see it as me gloating) so I went to the bar and drank for 3 hours by myself, and watched a basketball game. Not 15 minutes ago I held a bottle of Tylenol PM wondering how much it would take to not wake up again. I just put the bottle down. God it hurts. Why won't it stop hurting?