Fast Forward Rewind
Part of me wants to hurry time forward and get this over with--the other part wants to wait forever and never do it at all.
Part of me is angry and sad and frustrated. That part makes sense, I think.
The weirdness: there is also a part of me that wants to see David, a part that still misses the young boy I used to play with, a part that still loves him. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME??????!!!!!!???? I don't understand this. I'm truly messed up.
TB is going to be heartily sick of me and this whole situation by the time next Wednesday rolls around. I whined at him till the wee hours of morning yesterday. Now I'm whining to everyone else. I can't help it. My guts are all twisted in knots.
Whose idea was this? Oh yeah, mine.