A Bad Day

So I had an off day.  It's to be expected, really.

I know I should go back to therapy but I honestly thought I was starting to improve, you know?  I thought I'd had a breakthrough.

Then, when I was walking across the quad, some random group of jerks yelled at me.  Yelled that I was a whore.

I know they were just being mean to be mean, but no one reacted.  No one called them on it and I just put my head down and took the abuse.

I've been here in my apartment sobbing for a while.  I called off work and skipped the rest of my classes for the day.  My roommate was super cool, though.  She went out and got me some ice cream.  I feel a little better now, but I'm starting to think I should call up the student clinic and restart therapy.  Normal people don't fall apart from one insult.

What sort of world do we live in, where someone can just scream insults at you and no one does anything about it?

I need a hug.  I'll be sure to keep this thing updated.