Make Me Disappear

Here is what I was thinking an hour ago:

I want to die. Please make me disappear. Or invisible. I want to bury myself into some deep dark hole and never come out. I'm moving out. Right now! I want to die.

You want to know why? Here's why!

At first David wanted to die too but then he got over it and tried to make me feel better. Him saying, "It's not so bad" and "It could've been worse" really didn't help. Then he got me to play this board game we have to distract me and that really worked. At least I wasn't focusing on what had just happened and how I could never take it back.

I'm much better now but gosh, how awkward it will be from now on.