One more month and it'll be over.

He's leaving me to cope by my lonesome, but its not his fault. We have seperate lives, and he's an awesome friend...

I just wish I didn't feel like he was leaving permanently. A year isn't all that bad ... How am I supposed to believe that? He knows everything about me, more than any other person ...

In one more month I won't have him there for me, and that bites. He doesn't even know how hard it is for me ... I can't tell him, I don't want to guilt him.

In one month Christina is all alone IRL, because one too many people have left me over the past few months and nobody knows how hard it is for me to just live day-to-day.

I don't wanna be alone. I don't want him to leave and I didn't want the rest of them to leave and I just don't wanna be so dependent but I can't help it ... I really can't. I've tried to distance myself so it won't kill me every time someone goes, but every single time its like a little part of me dies.

My best friend left me four years ago. First depressive episode. Bad bad bad, and I'm betting you can guess what wound up happening... but I got out of it. It kills me to think about him. I don't wanna go down that path again ... but this one, he's special. He's a godsend, and without him I wouldn't have made so much "progress" and he's always tried to help and he has.

All I do is hurt. I am not worthy of being close to anyone, because I wind up a self-centred idiot when they leave.