If only this journal possessed all of the answers. But answers are not really something I want. I am hiding from them, I run from them. I reveal nothing in the hope this goes away. So far, no luck but I'll continue trying.
And him... The absolute ultimate in wrong for me. It's ridiculous, in my mind I know it is, yet still. There is that tiny part of my mind that says what if. I'll continue to beat it back. Takes a couple of days, lasts a couple of days. As long as I can be semi-normal with h
