I'm currently writing a post about my time when my friends visited me. But I don't feel like finishing it right now. I came home and took a nap so now I can't sleep and I'm afraid of laying in my bed with racing thoughts so I want to regurgitate them in typed words. There's a lot of controversial topics I want to bring up. First, I want to say that time is truly the best healer. I'm feeling better and better about the Jack situation everyday. I don't feel like I completely hate myself as I did before. And I'm just glad that I haven't had an emotional breakdown about this. I do think that I'm a bit neurotic and I really wish I still didn't have thoughts about him. In fact, I still feel a tinge in my heart when his name is mentioned (his name was mentioned a couple of times this weekend). But I'm truly stronger than I thought. I'm mostly glad that I haven't really had to see him and I would be fine with never seeing him again. Wit...