Jul. 6th, 2003 09:04 am
Another Suitcase in another hall
I'm crying as I write this.
I had to leave, I had to end it. There was no other way to be true to both of us. But I look around at all the stuff I'm going to have to pack up and move, and I suddenly realise what I've done. And his reaction is so damned level-headed that it hurts. I mean, I didn't set out to hurt him, but I'd at least like to think that losing me hurts a little, you know?
On the other hand, he left for work two hours before he normally would. Maybe he just doesn't want me to see.
I made the right decision. I know that. So why does it hurt so damned much?
I feel like I just jumped out of a plane without a parachute into fog.
I try so hard to make people believe my emotional strength is like a mountain. But it isn't, and I prove that all the time. So why waste the effort anymore?
This journal is likely to be painful or pathetic, depending on viewpoint, for a few weeks. Feel free to opt out until it's over.
I had to leave, I had to end it. There was no other way to be true to both of us. But I look around at all the stuff I'm going to have to pack up and move, and I suddenly realise what I've done. And his reaction is so damned level-headed that it hurts. I mean, I didn't set out to hurt him, but I'd at least like to think that losing me hurts a little, you know?
On the other hand, he left for work two hours before he normally would. Maybe he just doesn't want me to see.
I made the right decision. I know that. So why does it hurt so damned much?
I feel like I just jumped out of a plane without a parachute into fog.
I try so hard to make people believe my emotional strength is like a mountain. But it isn't, and I prove that all the time. So why waste the effort anymore?
This journal is likely to be painful or pathetic, depending on viewpoint, for a few weeks. Feel free to opt out until it's over.