Misery.

Over thinking things will be the death of me. I swear it. I hate the fact that I cannot talk to my friend for another 13 months. I hate that I am almost to my breaking point thinking about what I "feel."

I wouldn't doubt it if i had a breakdown in the next few days. 

I don't know exactly who to talk to. This situation is just so complicated. I complicated it. And now I hate myself for that...

And lastly, I hate that I have 13 months to figure this all out. I just want to work it out n-o-w.

Maroon 5 currently is making it all worse... but I cannot stop listening because I love Adam Levine so much. Oh Robin...

Until Next Time.