I've been obsessed with my pain.
I've been obsessed with this loss.
Was this 2nd brake a mistake? Or am I just a coward for the pain? Is it jealousy because he's talking to some girl?
I don' think so because there have been some guys persuing me and I'm not interested in them.
I fucking hate this.
It's been almost a year since we moved out of our apartment and we are still going back and forth.
I know there are things that make me unhappy about him, and he has a lot of growing up to do at almost 27...
but I find it so fucking hard to let go.
I'm going crazy.
I've been sick to my stomach for days and days.
I think I need to let go and "if it's meant to be..." and all that.
I'm like a crack addict.
In order for it to work he has to decide he wants to be with me and I want to be with him above all else.
Above any bullshit problems with eachother. We either need to 100% commit to being together or just not at all.
I hope we make it... ... I want more of his babies : /