I feel like garbage.

But the good kind of garbage.

Like it's happening all over again.

And the only thing I can do is hope it turns out better then last time.

Because I can't go through that again.

We can't go through that again.

It made us stronger.

I love this man.

My husband.

With all my heart.

With all my soul.

I can't disappoint him again.

Though, I'm nothing but a huge disappointment.

Good thing I never wonder why I have no real friends.

If you can't one hundred percent love yourself.

Then you can't spread that love to other people.

That and people just suck.

I've always been better off alone.

No one can hurt you then.