Lots Of Fun, Lots Of Sad

Earlier today we dropped my sister and her boyfriend off at the airport.  They had come out for a whirlwind visit of five days, and it totally wasn't long enough.

I pretty much don't know what to write, but I do know that I need to get the sad out of me.  I've been holding it in since about 3pm for the sake of my son (who was absolutely devastated when his Auntie left), so it's been building up.

I don't know....it seems like everything and nothing was said and done while she was here.  I feel so lonely again.  Having her here, reminiscing about all the stupid crap we done....it made me happy.  Seeing my son attach himself to her like a leech....that made me happy.  Knowing that I could get up in the morning and have someone to talk to and do girly stuff with....that made me happy.

I'd write more, but I'm getting drunk.  This is what happens when I no longer take meds and have to cope with feelings.

I really need to get a life.