- Married friend: Are you free tonight?
- Me: I'm single and have no single friends. Obviously
Sugey suggested I try journaling to get my emotions out. I don’t know where to start. Just saying the words is hard enough. How can i possibly commit to writing it out?
I lived in hell for a week. It was constantly on my mind. I wanted to get it over with. And now that it is, I don’t know.
I can’t take it back.
There was no doubt in mind, not until that last night. I knew as soon as I was told. But now. I looked it up. I counted the time. And I can’t help but wonder.
I don’t know.
It was easier before I did all that. when it was just a “something” that needed to be taken care of. and now that i’ve designated it as more than “something,” even though its gone and I can’t take it back. all of a sudden i’m filled with regret.
i don’t know.
it’s always a sad day when you leave a dress at the store despite its sheer beauty and utter perfection because of your budget.