Something is amiss.
I'm still here out of spite.
Make it stop.
I can't forget. Now I even secretly flip him off under the blanket when he says "I love you." Our little secret. I haven't said it back for weeks. Some things can't be undone. You can't unring a bell...
I've been listening to his songs again. Only just now. If that hurt is less than this? That can't be good.
12:40 p.m. - 2009-07-17