When I sit in the shower and cry because it’s over. Then I have to remind myself that yes, we had a good day. But the bad will come again. This is what a vicious cycle does.
My hormones are all over the fucking place and I hate it. I knew it would be like this but I was hoping I would be gone already.
I’m mad at myself for feeling weak. Like I’m not supposed to be sad, so what the fuck am I doing wiping tears away right now?
I make myself sick sometimes.