Sometimes all you want to do is cuddle up on the couch and forget how much of a screw up you are. We chatted and watched a couple movies, then he shared some new music with me. Adelita's Way-life saving material. It's too bad he's a crispy critter (Sidenote-if you're white, wear sunscreen. This is basic stuff people), so I couldn't get too close. :(
Kinda feels like everything is going wrong, but really only one thing is wrong.
But that one thing is REALLY wrong.
And I just don't think I'll get over this.
It happens. I close up for a couple weeks, go underground, try to deal with myself and then hopefully come back into the world a little more functional and put together.
It's my fault.
It's all my fault.
I deserve what happens next.