I mentioned a couple of post back.. probably more like 5 that I’d be curled up on the floor crying. That’s square one.
I have returned to it.
I don’t even care if Roy found my blog, if he did, he obviously doesn’t want to talk to me anymore because I know about her. Which is idiotic. If it’s some other reason I guess I’ll either never know or find out later. It’s the not knowing that kills me.
Where is Cute-ADHD when I need a hug that’s just slightly too long that it becomes awkward?