At my door...

He's been at my door for 3 minutes now... Knocking. Saying, "Bree. Let's talk. Please, girl. I know you're in there. We really need to talk. I'm just worried about you. I just wanna make sure you're ok..." And other stuff like that... He's probably, like he said, just checking up on me, but I don't want to see him or anybody right now... What do I do? I'm just going to curl back up on the couch in my long t-shirt and panties... and cry... Surely he'll go away soon. Olivia, please come home!!!! I need you!

I'm not sorry for all the drama here. If you're reading this, well, this sucks for me... I hate it. I don't know what to do though...

Lips and chin and neck... that's all... and a little chap-stick...