Another day alone. Days, weeks, almost another month. The 8th month. Doesn't seem to matter what happens, I'm always alone. Even if I'm surrounded by people. I know I have a lot going for me but still I'm so sad most of the time. I miss my old self, my old life. I don't cry as often but some days 3 or 4 times. I don't know what I'm doing. I'm so glad I have work tomorrow. Get me out of my head for a while. Count my blessings.