Day 11

Even as much as I care, I try not to care, or at least I try not to let it show. Everyone seems to know, anyway. Little things here or there, "Are you okay?"

It's so nice being able to go to the gym and just punish myself. It's such a great stress reliever. I feel like a real wuss working with the trainer guy. It seems like I barely do anything before my whole body just feels like Jello.

I'm not going to blog about last night other than my suspicions were confirmed that she has a boyfriend. I must say, it hurts a little. But really, what doesn't, anymore? No, we didn't get in an argument, and no I didn't spy on her. Nothing crazy happened. I didn't even say anything to her when I heard it. I just bit my tongue and sat here on the computer like nothing ever happened.

I'm tired of this charade. I'm tired of living here. I hate being in this house like this.