Thanks

I know that this blog was supposed to be about us moving on, having fun, finding new direction in our lives. and that is what we both desperately want. but before there can be a fix, before it can be moved past and learned from, all must spill. so, that being said,

Thanks. for making me hard. for making me angry. for making me cry as soon as i wake up. for making me sleepless night after night. for making me cynical about love and commitment. for ripping my heart out and thrusting a jagged blade through it. for making me, if only for a little while, think it was really all my fault.
for fucking me up so badly that, even now, i still want you.

thanks

and i am reminded of it every time i look at the inside of my goddamn wrist. oh, but it wont be there for long.