I'm up and I'm down; seriously, I hate mood swings.
I feel bad for him as much as myself. I see his pain over someone else and wish it were over me. Wish I could kiss away the tears and frustration. I wish I could make him see I'm worth it. But I'm not even sure I believe that anymore, so how could I expect to convince him (or anyone else for that matter)?
The vacation has certainly been helpful. I feel better about things, though obviously it will take longer to heal. Shattered, but mending. Sad, but will live.
At least I can look forward to a fixed roof and playing with my AirPort Express when I get home, if nothing else. Woo hoo! :-/
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