I was captured by that stare, now I'm shattered but I don't care..

I'm definitely becoming the biggest emo I know.

the conversation I had with Don wasn't meant to upset me. At least, I don't think it was. Hell, I started it. But I'm not sure... I couldn't say half of the things he said to me to someone else, whether I believed them or not. Or I just wouldn't believe it. I'm not that shallow. It was supposed to be a joke regardless, but a lot of that shit hit hard. Kind of sad on my part, but... Damn.

I've spent a lot of time camming and talking to both him and Chris lately. Mainly Chris, since Don's whole shpeel of being awake consists of being high most of the time. I don't think Chris knows what he's done for me the past few days. Actually, I know he doesn't know what he's done for me the past few days. Talking to him's seriously brightened up my days. I've yet to really share what's going on with my dad with anyone but Mitch, Tom, and Rig. They're the only ones who need to know, I think, and even then, Tom didn't need to know. Regardless, Chris has taken my mind off of it. Prematurely, I guess, I'm still worried.

I've been up over 24 hours now. Logic is telling me I should sleep, whereas everything else is still recoiling from Don's "pretend" verbal assault. Logic's gonna win out simply because I have a raid. A large part of me's hoping I'm just tired, too. Since when was my skin this thin? Fuck.