Things are looking up at bit. I think once I get into somewhat of a schedule and routine, I'll be just fine. All we can do is take life day by day. That's what I've always done, and that's what I'll continue to do. I can either lay down and die or get up and fight. I'm sure I'll choose the latter.
If you love someone, should you share your pain with them or should you hide it, in an attempt to keep them from worrying about you? This is such a hard thing to decide upon. The last thing I want to be is off-putting. I hope the people I care about don't get tired of my excessive bullshit.