If my heart breaks everytime I think about him, if I can't stop crying, if I hurt because I know I hurt him... then why did I break up with him?
I am fully aware that this is becoming the lamest possible blog ever created, but I can't help it. I still find myself questioning if what I did was right. Or if I have more of a chance of being happy.
Some days, I'm okay.
today, I am not.
Today, I miss my home. I want someone to hold me and tell me it will be okay. I want someone to kiss me goodnight. I want to belong somewhere, to have a family, a home, a life shared with someone.
I hurt. And I don't know what to do.
I have felt like vomiting all day, and finally broke down in tears on my way home from work. I bawled my frickin eyes out in my car, and now I just can't seem to stop.
I know time heals, but what if I made a mistake.
I feel bad for how things ended.
I feel bad that I left him right before the holidays when he doesn't even have family in MN.
Part of me just wants to call him but I know I need more time.