I knew it was coming. I've known it since that night when he told me what happened. But still I sat and I clicked until it slapped me right across the face.
At first I was hurt, and believe me, the pain is still there, but now it lies under a nice and thick crystal clear layer of sheer anger.
It is my own fault, but damnit, I'm sick and tired of never, EVER, being good enough!! |