This morning, I didn't want to get out of bed. I was disappointed, in you, in her--actually, she doesn't really matter 'cause I've been disappointed in her for a while now and nothing much has changed since then. However, you--you mean the world to me and knowing that this happened--sigh, I guess you didn't technically lie to me but it hurt. You just didn't tell me where you were, but who am I to keep tabs on you. I found out through Facebook. It's not like you'd be doing anything better at home, I guess. Mixed feelings still.

Then I told my best friend and she made me feel all better again. & I got out of bed. & I started my day.

See, real life isn't like the movies. People rarely find out the good things you've done for them. But even so, you shouldn't quit trying. Sure, you're going to get hurt and your pain's not going to make much sense to a lot of people but never stop because you love them. & love is sacrifice. Haha, that's my definition anyway.