It's been one of *those* days today. I guess I'm still beating myself up for being such a coward yesterday.
I'm seriously beginning to doubt that DR & DB actually work. Yes they are both good books and I have learned from both of them, but I feel it is deceiving to think you can save your M just by reading the books.
I want to stop hurting. I don't want my heart to feel broken anymore. I have a friend who tells me that once I file D paperwork that I will start to heal. I fail to see how a piece of paper is going to make me feel one way or the other.
I miss my H. A LOT. When I get into these funks I tend to start thinking about the past and all the mistakes I made and took for granted and I get very p*ssed off at myself. How could I have been such a heartless b*tch?
I no longer buy the "everything happens for a reason" BS. Sh*tty things happen because sometimes life is sh*tty. Eventually you deal with what has been handed to you and make a new normal for yourself. I don't believe God intended for me to have a sh*tty childhood, nor does he intend for all the other awful things in the world to happen. It is what it is and that's that.
"Everyone you meet has baggage. Find someone who loves you enough to help you unpack." ¤Formerly DelinquentGurl¤