I want to crawl into a little ball under the covers at the end of my bed, with my Winnie the Pooh and Zack's Weezer sweatshirt and never come out. I feel like crying all night and all day tomorrow...this can't be happening.
I'm to embarassed to say it here...but don't worry, I'm not pregnant.
I need my Zack. I need hugs, kisses...support.
I need a fucking break.
