sidebar: good morning? fuck that. bad morning. VERY bad MOURNING.

i'm trying. i'm REALLY trying.

i want to get over him. i NEED to get over him.

but nights/mornings like this make it nearly impossible.

i had a dream... wait scratch that... a NIGHTMARE about he and his new girlfriend moving to Texas and getting married (why Texas? idk.) but i'm not gonna lie, it pissed me off and made my insides churn.

i was supposed to be "the one" he'd be with forever. WE were supposed to get married. WE were supposed to raise a family together... not he and this... Maya-girl.

... anyway, i woke up crying and continued to do so for another hour.

why does it hurt so bad?

(to be continued...)