Things aren't so bad

I'm getting out of my low mood. I talked a lot with people who I care about and learned that they care about me too and it really helped me to feel better about everything. I spoke with T again. Talked more in a few hours than we have for months. I didn't tell him anything about how I feel, but it was nice to hear about his day and the things he's been doing.

It was probably just my body getting through the bug, but I'd like to think it was more of a mental thing that helped get me off of my 60 hours of stomach upset. Talking with T and J and all the other good people really helped me see that these are my friends and they are supportive and they are good people. They're better than any other friends I've had and I really appreciate having them and being in a group with them.

I think we can put this whole topic off now. Things are better. I still haven't faced my ex and told him what's up, but at least I can talk to him without being sad. I've been eating again, although lightly, and that's getting me back to feeling better physically. I have no idea what made knowing something happy make me sad, but it's gone now. I'm back to the same happy mind that I had before. Back to loving everyone and everything and being positive. It sucks that that whole inner crisis thing happened, but at least I was able to get back to more or less the same as before in fairly short time.

I also did a pretty bad MS Paint drawing of all my best friends in the Southern Cross chat, or at least the ones I could draw. It's not very good, but people told me it was pretty good, so that made me feel better. My friends saying they like the thing I made to feel better about my friends made me feel even better about all the cool people I know and get to talk to each day. I love the group and I love all of my friends and how good they make me feel. I can't believe I let such silly stuff blind me from them.

I think I'll leave the stuff up, actually. Maybe if I'm feeling especially down again, I can come back here and remember the happy and the friends who helped me through the stupid unhappy. I guess it's important for self-reflection. You don't rip pages out of a diary. You keep them. I'm going to keep all my pointless sad here.

Love all of you,
Frostbite