Grammy fail and Zour friends

I sit here on my futon, hunched over my laptop, in awe of how unbearable the last three and a half hours have been.

I was really looking forward to the Grammys, mainly for some Gaga and such. But after her opening performance, the show just like couldn't have gotten any better, so it basically just went downhill. It's a shame because I was counting on the Grammys to uplift my spirits.

After the first hour or so, it started to get painful. Like, 'taking-a-pencil-and-wanting-to-poke-your-eyes-out' painful. Although, I guess it would still be bad after that, because you could still hear the madness, and you'd have no eyeballs.

Thank God I had my trusty box of delicious Zours at hand. They got me through this devastating occurrence. So thank you, Zours, thank you.

And I know it's pathetic, but music reminds me of him. And I'm not just talking about a song here and there. No. Music in general. It's pathetic, crazy, and unhealthy. I know, I'm aware of this. I'm working on it, I really am.

I think it'd be a whole lot worse if I didn't have such wonderful friends around who are helping me--or at least trying to help me. I think I've gotten closer to my big sister in the past week than I have in my entire life. I've met people in the past month who are the nicest and most caring friends I've ever had in my entire life.

Even though I am struggling through this devastation to reform myself, I know I'd be a whole lot worse if I didn't have those people. And even though they may think I'm some delusional, naive, stupid girl who doesn't listen to anything they say, I really need them around right now. And I'll need them around after all this is over and done with.

So just like my box of Zours got me through the most painful Grammys to date, my friends will get me through my most painful heartbreak to date.

Hang in there for me, guys. I'm trying.