What should I write about? I asked myself.
How many dress sizes I dropped in a span of three months? How the weather here seems getting cruel? or the amount of vodka and sleeping pills I consumed when lonely nights get even more hunting. She will not be happy to hear those.

I promised her I will get better. The transition is the best way. I was just caught off guard to had allowed myself to be the victim. And it got too much. I want to be okay. I am certainly on the way to Rehab.