Aii... Days have passed, conversations have been had, and I feel a bit better.

I bought a new journal, and a pretty dress. I saw some friends who were sad, and saw some other friends get sad. I looked after my boy when he got sick, and felt needed, and realised that while I have him, and my friends, it will be okay.

Optimism is okay, but the unwavering optimism I've lived by previously is naive.

For the record: Reading "He's Just Not That Into You" will make you paranoid.