I hurt.
I sound like a broken record. But I'm in love
...
Err..
Was in love. Still in love.
Fuck. I don't know.
I think about her every fucking hour. Minute. Second.
It just isn't meant to be I guess. I want to text her, I want to message her. But it's not helpful.
For me. Or for her.
I also haven't been very honest with another woman. She's beautiful. But ultimately, I'm not be truthful to her how I feel and I'm approaching our relationship in an unhealthy way. Luckily, we've talked and have stopped.
But now I can focus on how my heart is broken.
She's my dream girl.
And I'm saying goodbye. She's confused. I'm confused. What is happening, God?
I'm working out everyday though, and eating much healthier. I haven't gotten to the spiritual connection yet. But working on it.
I can't fall asleep now. Because I'm thinking about her, and how I can't talk to her.
Fuckitty Fuck Fuck Fuck. I hate my love life. It fucking sucks.
