...and that would be me. I bite the dust. Because as ecstatic as I am, and so excited about all my friends weddings and babies, I'm reminded all weekend long of how sad and alone and like Bridget Jones I am. I hate Justin right now. So much so that I don't even want him anymore. I just want a chance to talk to him to tell him what I feel and be done. As much as it all hurts, and I guess I need to get the courage to do that since I'm terrified I'm comping out on something, what feels like the only something big I'll have.
Have you eve just cried so hard out to God, your whole body shaking and in such desperation? That's me...in my living room. In my cute navy sundress with brown leggings that I'm wearing tonight for dinner out with Melissa, because my spirits were starting to lift because I had ran a couple miles and my house was looking good and organized.
Gosh...I'm exhausted...and don't want to be the "Old Maid" the rest of my life with all my friends surrounding me with their husbands and kids. Begging God not to make me this single person that I'm so worried he's making me out to be for the rest of my life...cause honestly, I don't know if I want to be here then...I have too much love to give...
Have you eve just cried so hard out to God, your whole body shaking and in such desperation? That's me...in my living room. In my cute navy sundress with brown leggings that I'm wearing tonight for dinner out with Melissa, because my spirits were starting to lift because I had ran a couple miles and my house was looking good and organized.
Gosh...I'm exhausted...and don't want to be the "Old Maid" the rest of my life with all my friends surrounding me with their husbands and kids. Begging God not to make me this single person that I'm so worried he's making me out to be for the rest of my life...cause honestly, I don't know if I want to be here then...I have too much love to give...
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