Sigh. The watch that I wear of Drew's has gone missing. I do NOT think I was the last person to wear it. However, I do feel terrible that it's missing. And part (most) of it has to do with the sentimental value of the watch. I stole it when we started dating much like I stole my highschool boyfriend's class ring. I loved wearing it because it marked me as his. However awful and anti-feminist it sounds I liked being marked.

I'm at home and in tears. I hate that the watch is missing. I hate that the loves of my life cannot be with me. I hate that I've been home for two (almost 3) weeks and want to go back and can't! I hate that I have to work all the time. I'm tired of it. I'm tired of having to explain my actions. I'm tired of not going out, of not seeing people, of essentially being a hermit for the last 2.5 weeks...