I just cried my eyes out. Spent the past half hour or so bawling my head off. I wished it helped more than it does. Now I just feel swollen and worn out.

I have therapy this afternoon. Wish I could've timed this crying fit in time for the session -- maybe it would've helped? I don't know.

I want to run away. Only there's nowhere to run. I feel like no one really understands me, understands my grief; understands that I don't fit in here. I'm sad because I also don't know where I fit in.

I tried hard to be liked and accepted here, even if I didn't know what my role was here. Then I gave up once it was clear no one appreciated what I did. It really doesn't matter any more.