I feel a very sharp pain but I don't know where it is. I've been tossing and turning in my bed but I still haven't figured out why I feel so sick. I haven't cried over nothing for so long and I guess I sort of miss the stupidity and silliness of it all.

I just got home from the first Misa de Gallo with my dormmates. I had been quite happy last night. I've been happy this morning. But when I got to Church, smelled that incense, felt the crowdiness that I hate when somewhere feels too full to have room for me, heard that melancholic O Holy Night from that violin, I knew I was going to cry sooner or later.

I was just going out to Church and I saw all these people talking, wearing different shirts, holding each other's hand, signing sheets, grumbling with anticipation of an early morning breakfast. I saw all these trees that towered over us, seemingly enveloped by a eavenly halo brought about by the arriving of the sun. I thought it was beautiful. I thought that, that moment was a kind of awakening. I was drowning in a sea of people but it didn't take a second for me to realize that I was completely, horribly alone. I've never felt lonelier.

When I looked at the Crucifix earlier, I struggled to fight back my tears. I feel so heartbroken I could break down any minute. I need a Dad, a Mom, a best friend. I needed my family. I don't know if it's all the stress and emotional trauma taking a toll on me but I really feel sad. Really, really sad. I guess it all boils down again to that thing at this point I am 105% sure I suck at.

Pushing it doesn't make sense. I have proven a lot of times that he doesn't feel the same way about me. And it's okay. I've grown so used to rejection that I feel it's second nature to me now. It's just that being given the final straw, being shown that people think others are always better that me in the House of God, just, IT JUST DESTROYED ME. It kind of felt FINAL. And maybe it is.

I'll make sure it is.