Ho-Hum

I don't have anything interesting to say. I've spent the day sleeping, hanging out, writing angry letters to stupid boys that I'll never send, and having dinner at McFamily's house. At least I'm not crying anymore, right? Now I'm just angry - probably one of the steps in my grieving phase. McH thinks I should focus on finding someone else, but I'm afraid I won't be ready for that again for a long, long time. Why put myself through the pain again? I can barely survive this - why try again? There's no reason to try. There's no reason to experience this pain again. I'm done.