I don't know...someone put me out of my misery
I just came across her journal on Xanga. Didn't mean to..just clicked on a link she had up next to her name when I logged into Yahoo..something I don't do much anymore. She was missing being loved..and having someone to come home to on Tuesday. I don't know if that means she was missing me or not. It's doubtful.
I hate it when things like this happen.. It's like slowly-healing wounds are being ripped open again. I don't know how I feel. I don't know what I think. I don't know anything anymore...maybe I never did. Isn't it funny how a single moment has the capacity to fuck you up so much?
I hate it when things like this happen.. It's like slowly-healing wounds are being ripped open again. I don't know how I feel. I don't know what I think. I don't know anything anymore...maybe I never did. Isn't it funny how a single moment has the capacity to fuck you up so much?