Break

I know everyone has been there. When the weight is so strong, when the hurt is so real you can actually feel it in your cheast reminding you of the beautiful hand crafted heart that beats inside of you. I am so sick of listening to the fighting. I am so sick of being a part of the fighting. I am so sick of justifying myself. I am sick of being told how awful of a friend I am. Under no circumstances should I be told to make a list of why I'm a good friend.At least I have some easter candy to keep me company as I vent, rant, and rave in my mind. I have learned that is the best way to do it, so you dont have to clean up the mess of your words the next day, because this my fellow bloggers, could get messy. So I'm off to a sleepless night I'm sure, and thoughts of what could have been different.