I really want to hug you right now
I really like hugs anon.
I’m a wreck!
Whenever I see you. But I know that its just a one way street.
And I’m afraid to sleep because what haunts me. Such as, living with the uncertainty that I’ll never find the words to say, which would completely explain just how I’m breaking down.
You could see what your love has done to me.
Is just one huge mass of confusion, love, and heartbreak. Always has been. Always will be. And I’m not sure how to change that.
How do you mend a broken heart?
And I really need to work on bettering myself and learn how to love myself. I’m done with being depressed and unhappy all the time. I’m done with putting on a fake smile when it used to be genuine. I’m done with disrespecting myself.
Its time that I experienced love and adventure. But I mean a true, deep, sickening type of love. Not just with a mate, but with myself.
I need to show my son that his mama is a tough woman and promise to never let him see a tear roll down my cheek again. Unless, of course, tears of happiness and joy.
It really sucks when you try not to think about someone and end up having an 8 hour dream about them.
This is already looking to be the very best Christmas ever!
The Quiet Things That No One Ever Knows.
Hi. I’m Sara!
I hate this. I hate you. I hate that I met you. I hate that I kissed you. I hate that I fell for you. I hate that I miss you. And I hate myself for hating you.
Random piece of information about myself: when I can’t get comfortable in bed at night, I flip around and sleep underneath my covers. Head where me feet goes and feet where my head should be. THEN I can finally sleep throughout the night comfortably.