Lately my mind has been occupied by thoughts and memories of a person who is anything but deserving. I get caught up with questions like... why did it happen? What was I thinking? Why do I care? I then get angry for letting myself wander back to those days of heartache and confusion. It's safe to say I need therapy. I don't blame anyone but myself for what happened and hopefully one day I will be able to here his name and not feel as though the wind has just been knocked out of me. Today I wish that I could get my memory erased as seen on Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind or Men In Black (laughed out loud for even thinking of that movie).
In quoting Elizabeth Marie, "Mondays with PMS suck." Agreed, and so do Tuesdays! Here's to hoping it's a PMSless Wednesday.