February 19, 2005.
every so often i will crack.
then, i will break.
then, i will be reminded how much it is not worth it.
how much he is not worth it.
and then, i will realise (again) that no matter how much i loved him, if he knew it would make no difference.
that even though i only ever wanted him to love me, he could not have done that if he was going to turn out to be the person he became.
and then, i am unsorry all over again.