Where do I even begin? How about at the end, since it's over now.
I know in my heart that the love I want will come without doubt or hesitation or fear. It will come genuinely and effortlessly.
Love, never hurt anybody. That was rejection, baby.
In addition to treating me for depression, my doctor also prescribed that I "forget about the asshole that screwed you". Turns out, I really did need a doctor to tell me that.
Your timing couldn't be worse.
Pleasure. And pain.
"Expectation is the root of all heartache." -Shakespeare
I can't deal with it anymore. I just can't....
Technically speaking, we were never in a relationship, so then, why can't we still be friends?
So here I am thinking that Aiden and I are back together. I mean like, not officially, but definitely on the verge, especially since I’ve gone to see him a couple times and we’ve been talking more and I’ve retreated back to calling him “baby” vs. Aiden and the fact that we say I love …