I feel ill. I finally told E that I have feelings for D and the hurt in his voice has turned my stomach into a lurching knot. The few pictures still up of E and I are screaming at me how I've taken his just-about-put-back-together-world and fucked it up beyond belief. I absolutely want to vomit. I keep telling myself that being honest with him and firm with D is going to get this whole thing over with a little faster. I keep telling myself that I'm not going to have to feel so tortured anymore when I figure this all out... Mother is on the phone... I'll be back later today...