This seems like too much. I don't even know where to begin.

OK.

So, one month, one week. I am flipped inside out, upside down. My words are cliched, but I don't care. Things never turn out the way they're supposed to.

Days in I spoke to him, and I knew that something would happen. It was either him or the past. And the past was dead, impossible. I prayed about it. It's weird. And when it all seemed to go down hill, when I gave up completely, it happened. And I was thrilled.. too thrilled. Because this is just a temporary thing, an act of convenience. I hate that I'm doing this, but I want it so badly. And the past breaks promises, as do best friends. All best friends, excluding one or two. But all of the promise breakers are sorry, excluding one. And a few days ago, I saw a tattoo that said "Promises Kept" and then there was a yellow flower attached to my car. I then went to the park and broke another heart because it wasn't convenient to keep it whole. Mine has cracks in it too, but I guess I've gotten used to it. Life is weird.