Bad night, ya’ll. I got backed into a corner. Again. I let my friend talk me into the back-end, which I didn’t want to do, because I didn’t want to put myself on hold anymore. Then, I met up with my boyfriend. We had A Talk (a bit different from The Talk). I cried. He cried. We broke up. I have so many things going through my head right now, but it’s not mine to detail. It’s. Not. Mine.
March 18, 2011
The end of the dream