I keep going back and forth between hurting, and being peaceful.
It's very stressful.
But, not as stressful as when I was with him.
He can't be my everything.
He's not the right one, no matter how much I want him to...he can't. He won't let himself.
He's not the right one for me.
I am once again, hurting, and searching for my pain pill...someone...something who will take away this ache in my chest.
It's slow going...but it's happening.
I break down sometimes...but I'm strong, I can do this. He's going to have to live with what he did to me for the rest of his life; knowing he lost something that was the best thing that ever happened to him. That's going to be on his conscience for the rest of his life and I hope he suffers for it; suffers and endures so much pain....and then goes into therapy finally.
 Multicolored Stockings · Thu Jan 18, 2007 @ 05:50am · 1 Comments |
