I am worried that Monday was my last chance to ever make things right again. I could of, should of, smiled and laughed and enjoyed the moment at hand but I didn't. As I wrapped my arms around, taking in your scent, I let tears run down my face. You said, "Be happy Brettni, be happy" and I didn't listen, I couldn't listen ( Read more... )

I put the bracelette back on ( Read more... )

In a sense, I feel like I am reliving the past ( Read more... )

I am only torturing myself. I read every word I can, absorb all the meaning, and then ignore the stabbing pain in my chest. I know that there is anger, frustration, disappointment and fear laying quietly beneath everything you see and everything I see. I know it is there but I can't feel it, I can't see it and I don't want to believe it. This is ( Read more... )