It was almost four years ago now – Valentines Day Weekend.
I was 18 years old. A freshman in college. I had just finished my Intro to Music History class, Tuesday/Thursday, 11 am-12:15 pm. 718 more words
Ah the joys having to be apart from your loved one due to a number of reasons out of your control #sigh. Whether it’s because you are of different nationalities, have a husband deployed overseas or work and family commitments means you are apart ;being separated by land or sea isn’t usually how we envisioned our fairytale story to go. 734 more words
I feel like it’s all I say anymore. I am always apologizing, feeling guilty for literally every thing I do. I apologize because I cry. I think I say I’m sorry to my boyfriend at least 5 times a day… I feel like a piece of shit for everything I do, and putting him through this with me. 243 more words