This weekend is going to be hard.

Hopefully not as bad as last weekend.

I miss the times when weekends weren’t for feeling alone, they were for spending time with friends who really got me.

Well, I messed that up.

Every time someone says they’re busy, I feel more and more alone. I fall deeper and deeper into this hole and I can’t breathe and I feel so alone and the urges hit so powerfully and I’m struggling.

Honestly, six months feels so unreal.

It’s going to be six months in a couple days.

I can’t believe it.

I should be proud. And I am.

But I’m scared.

I remember someone posting on here about not liking weekends very much, just wondering if anybody else relates. Just so I can feel less alone in this blinding darkness.