For me weekends are not a lot worse than the other days. But I can relate to thinking about T and what she could be doing. My T seems happy. She has a boyfriend, a babygirl, family, friends, a good job, she's beautiful, funny, smart. But I don't feel hate for her having a good life. I do feel a lot of jealousy and it even hurts a bit when I think about how T is and what she has. She deserves too have good things, she's a good person and I wouldn't want her to feel bad. But she's so totally different than me. I can't imagine how it would feel to feel good, to have a boyfriend and people who love you and to actually like being alive.