2005-12-09 16:39:38 ET|
Hanging on to Kelly's little yellow post it notes for dear life. They hold the snswer to everything. "You did the right thing. Things will get better, I promise. You will get through this." They're all crumpled now, but still my life support.
Thank God, for her. Every time I go to pick up the phone I see her face and know that I just can't.
I really, really, really want to call him right now. I want to call him and make everything right. Say how sorry I am, that this has all happened. Pretend that none of this ever happened. Just tell him about my day and listen to his. I just want to hear his voice right now, just the way things used to be. I want things just how they always were. I want my life back.
Every dream I ever had has been completely obliterated. I'm just so freakin' sad.