This is a reminder to myself that there will always be a bright side and there will always be new days.
I have been feeling pressured, stressed, frustrated for the past few days. And it sucked that when the person I expected to listen, to make me feel loved, to give me, at least, some moral support wasn’t even physically nor emotionally present.
I seriously believed that expecting you to be there for me when I needed you the most wasn’t setting myself up for disappointment. But boy, disappointment would not be enough to describe the feeling that swelled up and is still inside of me. After everything we’ve been through, just because of something so minor that I did lead you to actually abandon me. The word would not be disappointing indeed. It is devastating, heartbreaking.. exhausting.