Six Months Later
I’m crying. I’m fucking crying.
Why?! Yesterday I was on top of the motherfucking world, and today I just want to go crawl into the dark safety of my bed and disappear.
I know with my entire body that I made the right decision. I don’t regret anything I did–except perhaps waiting so long to admit the truth to myself.
So why am I crying?
–sigh– I don’t fucking know. I’m not even thinking about him that much, more of the break-up itself, the life I left behind… The life where I was starting my fancy-pants respectable day job, living in a beautiful loft with a great guy who regularly talked about marriage, and my ten-year plan was moving along perfectly.
