Please don't let it come back. I am falling apart at the seams. I try to hold on, so hard. And i cant help but break. I cry all day long...I can't stop the thoughts from coming in. I can't eat, i just wait for the next glass of wine to feel a little bit different. To coat the fact that my heart is broken. This IS your fault. And i tell you over and over it isn't so that you don't feel bad. But its truly your fault. I asked you. Time and time again. Are you ready? Are you ready for this? And you lied. And my heart aches each day for it to be ok. When i know it never will be.

1:27 p.m. - 2009-03-08