And here I am laying in my bed for over an hour crying my eyes out and listening to sad songs. I’m all alone and missing the only true love of my life who I don’t even want anymore… Or so I thought. I don’t know what my problem is. Maybe that Sunday would have been 11 months and this month will be a year. but the 28th should mean nothing to me now. Just another day. I thought I was over all this that I was ok that moments like this were long gone. Why come back now? I haven’t even seen him today. We don’t even talk. Maybe I miss his friendship the most. He’s the only one I want to talk to right now the only one that really understands me and my moods and attitudes and needs and all that stuff. I had a moment on Sunday too. Just make it all go away, God. Please, I beg you!
