I feel so alone. Tired. Work is insane. The only thing that gets me through the days are my vicodin pills.

I ate too much pizza and brownies today. Other that that all week was devoted to whole grains, omega 3 and vegetables.

Miss Dean so much, but in the long run our relationship won't last. I don't see him being dedicated enough to stay with me into my 40s and 50s. I'm going to die alone. Just like Morrissey.