And on to something new?

Futility.

All it ever was.

If I can succeed, succeed in forcing myself to remember the bad, remember the things I've lost along the way, remember unhappy times and immeasurable stresses, remember all things negative...

Maybe then I can begin to move on.

Saturday will be telling.

Until then, in these next 48 hours, I will wait in agony.

Forcing myself to do this, knowing that in the end this will be the best thing for both of us.

Forgive me my petty spite. I wish you the best.



Promise.