3 months. 3 months. 3 months.


like a torture plaing in my mind over and over again. 3 months. 2 and a half hours a day. 5 on weekends.

for 3 more months.

and all of a sudden i was choking on tears in darkness on phone lines again. again again.


3 months.

i'm so sorry i can't be happy. so sorry.