I'm having one of those days again. One minute I think I'm fine and the other I just break down completely, huddle underneath the covers and cry myself to sleep. I just want normality to return. One moment I thought I went back to loving him and then I quickly snapped myself out that state of mind by thinking of that maybe I'm the reason for the fallout? I should've never come back to him, in fact if I recall it correctly he was the one that came back to me. It was working out fine the second time.......****, I'm back to dwelling on "what ifs" and "what could'ves".
:'( < so much I think snot is going everywhere ... *ew*