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I know this feeling will pass, but I hate this. I hate having to choose. Why do I do this? Why do I hurt people? Why am I so flawed?
The worst part is knowing I hurt him when he didn’t deserve to be hurt. He was just being himself, and I can’t live with that.
I think I might need counseling again. I think my scars run deeper than I’ve ever wanted to believe, and it colors every thing I do.
The next little while will be awkward, but in the end I know it was the right thing to do.
Sometimes life sucks, and love just isn’t worth it.