I hate how contrasting this week has been. How great I can feel on Monday, how utterly shit I feel Tuesday through Thursday, repeat amazing Friday-Saturday, and how horrible I felt Sunday.
UGH I hate this stupid shit, I want one week to remain either amazingly shitty or just plain amazing.
Looking back at all of our memories... its like my feelings were discontinued and put in the back of a storage room for years..
Suddenly its all been delivered back to me; and all I can see is how happy and great we were when we were together. I would have given up everything for you.