MidnightSun
Man Eating Mermaid
Just a journal, some place to put this so it is out of my head and system and heart.
Sunday. Sunday was suppose to be the day, and yet it isn't and I am sitting among my packed boxes and personal items that only seem useless to me now.
I can only feel disappointment and pain, I will not unite with my love... Not right now at least.
It is aggravating, I got my hopes up for nothing, and I must wait longer than I have been. He says it will be okay and yet I feel like nothing will be okay ever.
Dramatics and self wallowing with not help, but it beats crying and doing nothing.
So, I pick myself up and start a new load of laundry, and I start unpacking one item at a time.
This knife in my heart, it kills me. However, he says I am strong, and so I carry on. Just go through the motions. Another day will come.
Sunday. Sunday was suppose to be the day, and yet it isn't and I am sitting among my packed boxes and personal items that only seem useless to me now.
I can only feel disappointment and pain, I will not unite with my love... Not right now at least.
It is aggravating, I got my hopes up for nothing, and I must wait longer than I have been. He says it will be okay and yet I feel like nothing will be okay ever.
Dramatics and self wallowing with not help, but it beats crying and doing nothing.
So, I pick myself up and start a new load of laundry, and I start unpacking one item at a time.
This knife in my heart, it kills me. However, he says I am strong, and so I carry on. Just go through the motions. Another day will come.
