Why can't I let go of that d*mm motorcycle?????

It's like the moment its not there my heart will sink. That was our bike.

I just want scream and yell at him... that's my bike... that's our bike...

I know he says to her that he loves her... she is his gf... He won't say that to me but I know that is what he tells her.

Its killing me not to say how much I want his stuff to stay...

I hate him so much right now. I really do.

Ok... back to knitting socks.