It's only been a few days since Cam left, but I already feel like crap. Did I have to be so mean to him? I lay my head in my hands. What's wrong with me? This isn't who I am. I've just been so freaking emotional since being turned that I'm all over the map. It's worse than PMSing. Gods, what must Cam think of me? I'm sitting on the bedroom floor, for crying out loud. I want to be in bed, but it reminds me of him too much. Well, more like it reminds me of the things we do in that bed, but that's beside the point.
Jeez, I used to be fun and sarcastic, and independent. Then all this crap happened and I completely changed. I've never been so needy in my life, and it's starting to make me sick. In situations like this, there are only really two things I can do. The first, call my mother. The second, call Maureen. With a groan, I dial my mother's cell.
