Just Desserts

I'm paying the price for a year's worth of cowardice, lies and indecision. I can't eat, sleep or concentrate. Function. I can't do that. Nothing that used to make me feel better is working. I'm sorry if you're sick of my complaining. Or if you're fed up with my blog because it has turned into the story of how much my (privileged) life "sucks". I'm sorry if you're freaked out because you're one of the people that I've sent hundreds of messages/emails/voicemail message bank thingies to in my desperation. I just need to bite the bullet. I feel like it is too late and there's nothing I can do now. I think I missed all those chances because deep down I told myself I didn't deserve to be happy. Deep down I think I deserve to be like this.