When am I going to extracate myself from this quagmire?
Never seems to be the repeating theme.
I just wish that I didn't love him so much at one point...it would make feeling this way much much easier, as well as telling him to fuck off.
I'm really only not doing it because 1. I am terrified of really being alone and 2. it would probably break his heart.
Other than those two though, my reasons dry up every day. I can't think of the last truly kind deed, or word...last sweet nothing, or last anything that wasn't just anger boiling up over banality.
