This is Where a Super hero goes when she needs to cry

Damn.

That's an interesting word to begin a blog with.

I don't know where to start. So I type until my fingers callous and I said all that I don't want to say. I refuse to hold anything inside. Baggage is for flights and flights only, and if there are no clothing items than I dont need to have it.

Today made it official, that he pacekd his things and he left. Going to stay with his friend Cody for a few days to decide what to do. So long as he isn't calling me to cry and beg again, then I am fine.

I can't pretend like I am not hurt. I am. And I am disappointed. More so in myself then him. I can't control him, I can control me. And I went spinning out of it for the last yr. This not to say that everything has been shambles. It hasnt... it really hasnt...just sucks thats all. You assume you give your heart in such a high capacity you could..really get something in return.

It's funny, I make this unequal investment, and get surprised when I turn up bankrupt, little to no interest...and lost mine.

I cried til my head hurt.

Either I am changing on not in the mood to talk, cause even in a blog I'm having this hard time pouring my heart out...