The minute that life gets easy is the minute that we die.
Thursday.
Life is so difficult. So is love, and lust, and honesty. It is so hard to hurt someone even if it is to keep yourself from getting hurt. In fact, for me, it seems to be impossible. I know what I need to do...but as Alice (from Alice in Wonderland, the Disney version) once said, "I give myself very good advice, but I very seldom follow it."
I'm so afraid I'm going to do the wrong thing or really hurt him or myself. But by not doing anything I'm just letting myself get hurt. He has his reasons to be the way he is, which is why I've never minded before. But I never cry, and lately, I have been because I know there's something wrong. I'm just never happy anymore.
Making big choices has never been my strong point. I can start anything but I can never finish it.
I have to do something before either of us gets hurt any worse.
This is going to be so hard.
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