I had a bad day today. I just wanted to stay in bed, under the covers, wishing for better days again, and cry. But instead I headed off to work. Now I am back home and want to crawl under the covers again.
Would someone please remind me that I won't always feel this way? That I won't always feel broken, torn and rejected.
Pain, agony, despair. Poor pitiful me.
Me & H: 33 yrs S: 4 & 6 D: 2 M: 9 yrs ILYBNILWY: 8/09 SEPARATED: 9/09 The Beginning
